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Osteopath: A man who works his fingers to your bones.

America: A nation that conceives many odd inventions for getting somewhere but can think of nothing to do when it gets there.

Dreams do come through.

Budget: A family quarrel.

“Fish seem to like me,” Tom said with baited breath.

Mr. and Mrs. John Smith request your presents at the marriage of their daughter…

Orthodox: Bone doctors.

Babysitter: A teenager you hire to watch your TV.

Retirement: The time of life when you stop lying about your age and start lying about the house.

Couldn’t find his rear with his hands in his back pockets

Senility: The pleasantly rueful experience of forgetting what we’ve forgotten.

The less one has to do, the less time one finds to do it.

The guy just couldn’t cut the custard.

Beer… so much more than just a breakfast drink.

Boy: A noise with dirt on it.

“I’m wearing a ribbon round my arm,” said Tom with abandon.

“I like camping,” said Tom intently.

Out of the mouths of babes come things parents never should have said.

“I wish I could remember the name of that card game,” said Tom wistfully.

Egotist: Someone who is usually me-deep in conversation.

Quit your procrasterbating and go talk to him.