Where do bicycles go for a drink around here?
"Doctor," said the sick man, "the other doctors seem to differ from you in their diagnosis of my case."
"I know," replied the physician cheerfully, "but the post-mortem will show that I am right."
Little Emily ran into the house, crying as though her heart would break.
"What's wrong, dear?" asked her mother.
"My doll! Billy broke it!" she sobbed.
"How did he break it, Emily?"
"I hit him over the head with it."
A fellow nurse at my hospital received a call from an anxious patient.
"I'm diabetic and I'm afraid I've had too much sugar today," the caller said.
"Are you light-headed?" my colleague asked.
"No," the caller answered, "I'm a brunette."