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Whoa!: A brake for horses.

Ambassador: An honest man sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.

I'm not a pessimist, I'm an optometrist.

You could have blown me over with a feather.

… quicker than any other slowdowns

Michelangelo painted the ceiling of the Sixteenth Chapel.

Middle Age: When you no longer care where your wife wants to go – so long as you don’t have to go with her.

Let’s split the baby with the bathwater.

Bride: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her.

“I’m a lot taller than I was yesterday,” said Tom gruesomely.

Highbrow: One whose learning has outstripped his intelligence.

Entrepreneur: What you’re called when you don’t have a job.

Grass: The green stuff that wilts in the yard and flourishes in the garden.

“I won’t tell you anything about my salivary glands,” said Tom secretively.

Middle Age: A time of life when winking at a girl is closing one eye to reality.

Antiques: Furniture that is too old for poor folks but the right age for rich people.

Dating: An elaborate prelude to mating that fulfills much the same function as the sniffing ritual in dogs, but without its forthright honesty.

“He’s a boring chap,” said Tom indulgently.

Surely we'll dig up the past, in order to bury the hatchet.

“I wish I had something to write with,” Tom said pensively.

Trombones: Bones in an orchestra.