My father was a gambler when I was growing up, so I thought I would confide in him this nightmare I kept having.
"Dad," I began, "I keep having these dreams about a supernatural evil entity that takes horse racing bets from gamblers. He seems so real to me."
"Don't worry, son," my dad assured me. "There's no such thing as the bookey-man."
Two circus acrobats got married...
They just FLIPPED over each other!
Following my diet plan for tonight, I had a salad that had lots of croutons and tomatoes.
Actually, I only had one big round crouton, covered with tomato sauce and cheese.
Fine, maybe I had a pizza.
Ok, I confess, I ate a whole pizza!
What do you do when you see a SPACEMAN?
You park your car in it!