A young girl was attending her first wedding, watching the proceedings with interest for a while before growing restless.
The groom stood at the altar as six bridesmaids walked slowly up the aisle, one by one.
Soon, the girl leaned over to her mom and whispered, “Why doesn’t he just hurry up and pick one?”
How do you count cows?
How else, with a cowculator!
I walked out of my job at the Helium factory last week...
I didn't like the way they spoke to me.
How many journalists does it take to put in a light bulb?
Only one, but they'll tell everybody.