Margaret: Why are you so upset?
Abby: My teacher yelled at me for something I didn’t do.
Margaret: What was it?
Abby: My homework!
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Margaret: Why are you so upset?
Abby: My teacher yelled at me for something I didn’t do.
Margaret: What was it?
Abby: My homework!
Louise: Well, how did your clothes get all torn up?
Scott: I tried to stop a kid from getting beat up.
Louise: Who?
Scott: Me!
Jean: Hey, who gave you that black eye?
Gordon: Nobody gave it to me. I had to fight for it!
Eric: Yesterday I saw a man fall off an eighty-foot ladder.
Peter: Gosh, was he hurt?
Eric: No. He fell off the bottom rung.
Greg: Which is correct – the white of the eggs is yellow or the white of the eggs are yellow?
Betsy: I don’t know.
Greg: Me neither. How can the white of the eggs be yellow?
Emmy: Can I share your sled?
Mike: Sure, we’ll go half and half.
Emmy: Thanks.
Mike: I’ll have it for downhill, and you can have it for uphill.
Janet: Do you write with your right hand or your left hand?
Craig: My right hand.
Janet: That’s funny. I usually use a pencil.
John: Are you superstitious?
Kim: No.
John: Then lend me thirteen dollars!
Brenda: Hey, you put too many stamps on that letter.
Michelle: Uh-oh. I hope it doesn’t go too far now!
Mark: Yesterday I saw a man at school with very long arms. Every time he went up the stairs, he stepped on them.
Jim: Wow! He stepped on his arms?
Mark: No, on the stairs.
A couple of friends were sitting on a street corner, fishing into a bucket and looking very forlorn.
A kindhearted woman came over and gave them a quarter.
“How many have you caught today?” she asked.
“You’re the seventh!” they told her.
Jenny: They’re not going to grow bananas any longer.
Bill: Why not?
Jenny: Because they’re long enough already!
Bob: Go look in the cage over there. You’ll see a ten-foot snake.
Matty: Don’t try to kid me. I know snakes don’t have feet.
A young woman was worried about her stress-related habit of biting her fingernails down to the quick, so her friend advised her to take up yoga. She did, and soon her fingernails were growing normally.
Her friend asked her if yoga had totally cured her nervousness.
“No,” she replied, “but now I can reach my toenails, so I bite them instead.”
Driving my friend Steve and his girlfriend to the airport, I passed a billboard showing a bikini-clad beauty holding a can of beer.
Steve’s girlfriend glanced up at it and announced, “I suppose if I drank a six-pack of that brand, I’d look like her.”
“No,” Steve corrected, “If I drank a six-pack, you’d look like her.”