Two old friends met not long since after a separation of thirty-five years. "Well, Tom," says one, "how has the world gone with you, old boy? Married yet?" "Yes, and I've a family you can't match-seven boys and a girl." "I can match it exactly," was the reply, "for I have seven girls and a boy."
she can do nothing without a husband; and when she gets one, finds she can do nothing with him.
A man, very much intoxicated, was taken to the station-house. "Why did you not bail him out?" enquired a bystander of a friend. "Bail him out!" exlaimed the other, "Why, you could not pump him out."
let me tell you that I am now just half through my sermon, but as I perceive your impatience, I will say that the remaining half is not more than a quarter as long as that you have heard.
irc, vegan society eh?
*chortles
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said a mistress to her Irish servant, "where's the gridiron?"
"An' sure ma'am, I's jist after giving it to my sister's own cousin, Bridget O'Flaherty; the thing's so full of holes, it's no good at all."
There is a man at Totnes who walks so slow that they say he wears a pair of spurs to keep his shadow from treading on his heels.
A Cockney, who went out rabbit-shooting, observing a donkey peepinh over a hedge, instantly levelled his piece, exclaiming, "By Jove! that must be the father of all rabbits."
A Yankee wishing for some sauce for his dumplings, forget
the name of it, and said: "Here, waiter, fetch me some of
that gravy that you wallow your dumplings in."