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“I’ve thought of another exception,” Tom rebutted.

Insanity: Knowing that what you’re doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can’t stop it.

Jesus loves him, but he is the only one.

He’s so lazy he wouldn’t work in a pie factory.

“This blood-sucking insect likes French cheese,” said Tom briefly.

Husband: Someone who, after taking the trash out, gives the impression that he just cleaned the whole house.

“I had an accident in the kitchen,” said Tom with panache.

Genealogist: One who traces your family history back as far as your money will go. 

Jeans: Lower half of the international uniform of youth.

Saint: A dead sinner, revised and edited.

Statesman: A politician away from home.

“I have to wear this cast for another six weeks,” said Tom disjointedly.

“Bad marksmanship,” the hunter groused.

“Don’t call me a oddball,” Tom replied evenly.

Campers: Nature’s way of feeding mosquitoes.

Get the kinks rolling

“Employees are not permitted to have sex on company furniture,” Tom shouted, banging on the table.

A seven pound baby arrived last night to frighten the lives of Mr. and Mrs. Sherman Caswell.

Dollar: The jack of all trades.

No one is listening until you make a mistake.

Sunburn: Getting what you basked for.