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“3.14159265,” Tom said piously.

Handicapped Golfer: The man playing his boss.

Budget: An attempt to live below your yearnings.

Tact: The art of saying nothing when there is nothing to say. 

Intuition: Suspicion in skirts.

Sinker: Lead weight attached to the end of a length of fishing line to facilitate the speedy disposal of unwanted lures.

“Watch out for that broken glass!” she said sharply.

When it comes to paying, he’s the first to put his hand in his pocket… and leave it there.

Antique: Something too old to be anything but too expensive.

An Irishman is the only man in the world who will step over the bodies of a dozen naked women to get to a bottle of stout.

Prophylactic: A rubber check.

“I’ve joined the Airborne Medical Corps,” said Tom paradoxically.

The future of the church depends on passing the torch to the next generation.

Luxury Resort: One where a waiter expects a $2 tip when he presents a $6 bill for serving a $3.50 bottle of beer.

“That’s already been taken care of,” Tom pretended.

She is so short… you can see her feet on her driver's license picture.

Bowling Alley: A quiet place of amusement where you can hear a pin drop.

Before I start speaking, I'd like to say something.

Tolerance: That uncomfortable feeling that the other fellow might be right after all.

Court Of Law: A place where a suit is pressed and a man maybe taken to the cleaners.

University: A college with a stadium seating more than sixty thousand.