Mr. and Mrs. Smith were celebrating their silver anniversary with a big party, at which the center of attraction was a huge cake. “This cake was made by my wife’s fair hands,” said Mr. Smith proudly. “Every year on our anniversary she makes a cake, and I like to think of them as milestones on our journey through life ….”
Poor old Bob sent his photograph off to a Lonely Hearts Club. They sent it back saying they weren’t that lonely
When is bad luck to be followed by a black cat?
When you’re a mouse!
What travel 100 miles per hour underground? “A mole on a motorbike.”