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“Boy, I wish the elevator were working,” said Tom, staring up to the top.

I guess I threw a cog in the wrench.

Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he'll believe you; tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he'll have to touch it to be sure.

“I see,” said Tom icily.

Righteous Indignation: Your own wrath, as opposed to the shocking bad temper of others.

Diet: A brief period of starvation followed by a gain of five pounds.

It was so cold… we had lunch at the "Greasy Spoon" – just for the heartburn.

Architects: People who now have to measure their patrons for the breakfast nook.

If he fell into a pile of horse shit, he’d start looking for a pony.

Atrophy: An award given to those who do not exercise.

Diet: What helps a person gain weight more slowly.

“Who goes there!” the soldier called out haltingly.

It's time to step up to the plate and cut the mustard.

Wrinkles: Something other people have… you have character lines.

“I like modern painting,” said Tom abstractly.

The guy just couldn’t cut the custard.

Fobia: The fear of misspelled words.

I wouldn't touch the metric measuring system with a 3.048m pole.

Statistician: A person who believes that if you put your head in a furnace and your feet in a bucket of iced water, on the average you should feel reasonably comfortable.

Dumbwaiter: One who asks if the kids would care to order dessert.

Sleet: A slipcover.