“Thanksgiving Jokes”
“I was a 97-pound wealing,” the man said
to his drinking compassion, “and whenever I went
to the beach with my girl, this 197-pound bully
came over and kicked send in my face. So I took
this weight lifting course I read about and in a
little while I weighed 197 pounds.”
“So what happened?” his friend wanted to
know.
“I want to the beach with my girl and a 257
pounds beely kicked send in my face.”
A wag we know one remarked that paying
alimary is like pumping, gasoline into another
man’s ear.
The door of the psychiatrist’s office burst
open, and a man rushed in. He was obviously in
an advanced stage of agitation.
“Doctor,” he cried, “You’ve got to help me.
I am sure I’m losing my mind. I can’t remember
anything, not what happened a year ago or even
what happened yesterday! I must be going
crazy!”
“Humm,” said the psychiatrist thought
fullyu. “Just when did you first become aware of
this problem?”
The man looked puzzled. “What problem?”