Author: Anonymous Page 104

Foreword: An author’s apology.

“I can’t be bothered,” said Tom carelessly.

Let's call the kettle what it is!

Don't worry if you're a kleptomaniac, you can always take something for it.

Spine: A long, limber bone. Your head sets on one end and you set on the other.

A boy becomes a man when he stops asking his father for an allowance and requests a loan.

Clergyman: A ticket speculator outside the gates of Heaven.

“Elvis is dead,” said Tom expressly.

Tomorrow: What always comes but never arrives.

“The exit is right there,” Tom pointed out.

She plummeted the deaths of inequity.

“I have been reading Voltaire,” Tom admitted candidly.

Theory: A hunch with a college education.

She is so stupid… she took a blood test and failed.

Widow: A woman who knows her husband’s whereabouts at all times.

Bachelor: A man who has faults he doesn’t know about.

“I’m burning aromatic substances,” said Tom, incensed.

He’s still green behind the ears.

There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two.

Spanking: To impress upon the mind from the bottom up.

Bay: A body of water surrounded by restaurants.