You can't run through a campground...
You can only 'ran', because it's past tents.
Three mothers are sitting on a bench talking about how much their sons love them. Sadie says, "You know the Chagall painting hanging in my living room? My son, Arnold, bought that for me for my 75th birthday."
Minnie says, "You call that love? You know the Mercedes I just got for Mother's Day? That's from my son Bernie."
Shirley says, "That's nothing. You know my son Stanley? He's in analysis with a psychoanalyst in Harley Street. Five session a week. And what does he talk about? Me."
My son wanted to know what it's like to be married...
I told him to leave me alone, and when he did, I asked him why he was ignoring me.
What do cats like to eat for breakfast?
Mice Krispies.