One afternoon, a woman was gardening when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. She could tell from his collar and well-fed stomach that he had an owner. But when she walked into the house, he followed her, sauntered down the hall, and fell asleep in a corner. Almost an hour later, he went to the door, and she let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour. This continued for a few days. Curious, the woman pinned a note on his collar: “Every afternoon your dog has been coming to my house and taking a nap.”
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: “Cloud lives in a home with five children…he’s just trying to catch up on his sleep.”

“I think the Johnson’s are suffering from age related stress,” a woman said of her neighbors. “What do mean?” asked her husband. “He won’t act his age, and she won’t admit hers.”

A secret agent was directed to a posh condominium complex to contact an anonymous source. “Williams is the name,” he was told by his superior. “Hand him this envelope.” Arriving at the complex, he was confused to find four different Williams occupying adjacent quarters. He decided to try the second condo. When a gentleman answered his knock, the agent spoke the pass code: “The grape arbor is down.”
Looking him over the man shook his head. “I’m Williams the accountant. You might try Williams the spy. Two doors down.”

Do you think there is intelligent life on Mars? Ask John.
I sure do, replied Bob; you don’t see them spending billions of dollars to come here, do you?