One day YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook will merge...
It'll be called YouTwitFace.
Knock, knock...
Who's there?
Figs.
Figs who?
Figs your doorbell!
My wife said to me, "How on earth are we going to use 9% less gas this winter?"
"You can stop burning my dinner for a start," I replied.
After his mother yelled at little Johnny, he retaliated, "Don't shout at me! I am not dad!"