Dad: “Son, I named you after my father.”
After My Father: “I know, Dad, I know.”
I visited my new friend in his apartment.
He told me to make myself at home.
So I threw him out, I hate visitors.
Me: My tire's making a whistling sound.
Mechanic: Sounds like a flat.
Me: More like an F sharp.
A knitting/crocheting group at a local senior center donated handmade hats and scarves to my office to give to folks in need over the holidays.
What made my day was their group name: The Senior Hookers!