A client recently brought her two cats to my husband’s veterinary clinic for their annual checkup. One was a small-framed, round tiger-striped tabby, while the other was a long, sleek black cat.
She watched closely as I put each on the scale. “They weigh about the same,” I told her.
“That proves it!” she exclaimed. “Black does make you look slimmer and stripes make you look fat.”
Suspecting he had a serious medical condition, I nagged my husband until he agreed to see a doctor.
Once there, he was handed a mountain of forms to fill out. Next to 'Reason for visit' he wrote, "My wife made me."
Teacher: Which hand do you eat spaghetti with Little Johnny?
Little Johnny: I don't use my hands, I use a fork.
When I asked my friend if she was planning to attend church, she just shook her head.
"I haven't gone in a long time," she said. "Besides, it's too late for me. I've probably already broken all seven commandments."