<div> </div><div> </div><div>Three boys were standing around the schoolyard bragging about their fathers, as little boys are prone to do. </div><div>“My dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, calls it a poem, and they give him $50 for it,” the first boy said.
??“Wonder where my car is parked. Wonder where I left my phone. Wonder where my glasses are. Wonder what day it is.”
After getting settled into the passenger seat, the hitchhiker thanked the man for the ride, then asked, “but how do you know I’m not a serial killer?”?
I heard the other day about the fellow who joked he hadn’t spoken to his wife in 18 months. “Why not,” his friend asked.
“Because I don’t like to interrupt her.”
I heard about another fellow who confided that he loves being married. “I was single for a long time,” he said, “and I grew so tired of finishing my own sentences.”