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Tricycle: A tot rod.

Dreams do come through.

Time may be a great healer, but’s it’s a lousy beautician.

They're in the trenches; they're on the horse and they're riding it.

Diet: selection of foods for people who are thick and tired of it.

Accountant: One who uses your books to figure his profit.

When a man goes on a date, he wonders if he is going to get lucky… a woman already knows.

“So, it’s a duel you want!” Tom shot back.

Too many skeletons in her background

Too slow to keep worms in a tin.

Punctuality: Waiting around for other people.

Nail our fingers to the mast

Heredity: What a man believes in until his son begins to behave like a delinquent.

“I just came in through the door,” said Tom, entranced.

She couldn’t catch a cold if it had handles.

It is so hot… I saw two trees fighting over a dog.

It looks like the cows have come home to roost.

“I’m swimming in the middle of Paris!” shouted Tom insanely.

Childbirth: You get to go through thirty-six hours of contractions; he gets to hold your hand and say, ‘focus… breathe… push…’

Funeral: A pageant whereby we attest our respect for the dead by enriching the undertaker, and strengthen our grief by an expenditure that deepens our groans and doubles our tears.

Psychiatrist: A head coach.