Betty: Black hens are more clever than white ones, aren’t they?
Letty: How do you know?
Betty: Well, the black hens can lay white eggs, but the white hens can’t lay black ones
Tommy (laying down two pence): A loaf of bread, please.
Baker: It’s three pence now, boy, bread’s risen in price.
Tommy: When?
Baker: This morning.
Tommy: All right, master, give me one of yesterday’s!
an award situation(Offered By 笨笨鸭)
a woman was singing ,one of the guests turned to a man and criticized the singer ,"what a terrible voice " he said "do you know she is ?"
yes ,was the answer,she is my wife .
"oh , i beg your parden , of course her voice isn't bad ,but the song is very bad,i want who wrote that award song"
" i did " was the answer.
this is a humorous story, do you think?
Born First Lady
Bill and Hillary are driving in Arkansas when they pass a gas station. Hillary tells Bill she once dated the attendant. "Just think," says Bill, "if you'd married him, you'd have ended up as a pump jockey's wife."
"No," says Hillary, "if I'd married him, he'd be president."
From Girlfriend to Stepmother
A: Why aren't you married yet?
B: My girlfriend would not marry me.
A: Why not?
B: Because I'm not rich enough.
A: But your father owns a very big farm, and he hasn't many years to live. You should have told your girlfriend that.
B: I did, so she is my stepmother now.
A Practical Plan
"Yes, old chap, I was going to marry the countess. It's true, but it's all off now."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. What happened?"
"Well, I found out that she spent $2,000 a year on her dressmaker."
"What an extravagance! I suppose you broke it off."
"Rather, and what's more, I married the dressmaker!"
The Thrill Is Gone
About two weeks before our fifth anniversary, my husband asked me what I would like for a gift. I told him I wanted something impractical and romantic. On our anniversary night, he presented me with a lovely gold bracelet.
“A little four-letter word made me get this for you,” he said softly. “Oh, how sweet,” I whispered. “L-O-V-E?”