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He is not the sharpest cookie in the jar.

“Sorry, what I said was a no-brainer?” asked Tom absentmindedly.

Life: A breathing spell.

“We could have made a fortune canning pineapples,” Tom groaned dolefully.

Accordionated: Being able to drive and refold a road map at the same time.

Some people pay their bills when due, some when overdue, and some never do.

He goes to church on Sunday, steals chickens on Monday.

He's really low dog on the totem pole.

Desk: A waste basket with drawers.

… just to relieve the monopoly.

Statistician: A man who believes figures don’t lie, but admits that under analysis some of them won’t stand up either.

Butt: The body part that every item of clothing makes “look bigger.”

Life: Coming into the world wit nothing, leaving with nothing and, in between, giving everything to the IRS.

“The censors took all the dirty bits out of my show,” said Tom deludedly.

Hospital Room: A place where friends of the patient go to talk to other friends of the patient.

“My neurotic blood-sucking arachnid has put on weight”, said Tom, his nervous tic showing again.

Invitro Fertilization: The innoculate conception.

If your time ain't come, not even a doctor can kill you.

Lets see who takes the bite on that.

“My wife is going to have a test tube baby”, Tom injected artificially.

“I’ve struck oil!” said Tom crudely.