Knock Knock...
Whose there?
Burglar...
Burglar who?
Come on now, you know a burglar wouldn't knock!
When your age and waist line intersect...
That's a sign you have reached the first stage of old age!
I was mailing a letter at my local post office when I noticed my not so bright neighbor talking into an envelope.
I ask her what she was doing?
She replied, without missing a beat, "Sending voicemail... "
What do you call a sleepwalking nun?
A roamin’ Catholic.