As little Johnny's mother was tucking him in after reading a bedtime story, she made the remark that God made eyes to see, ears to hear, noses to smell, and feet to run.

"I think God got mixed up," said little Johnny.

"Why do you think that?" inquired his mother.

"Because it's the other way around, my nose runs and my feet smell."

When I was growing up I had an imaginary color...

But it turned out to be a pigment of my imagination.