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He was in cardial arrest.

Christmas: A warm, cheery two-month festival that celebrates the joy of retail merchandise.

Dignity: Something that can’t be preserved in alcohol.

“I was adopted,” said Tom transparently.

“I’ve run out of wool,” said Tom, knitting his brow.

“Life isn’t fair,” said Tom darkly.

Autumn is the most beautiful time of the year to the person who has no leaves to rake.

Marriage is bliss… Ignorance is bliss… Ergo…

I.T.: Customer Support without the common sense.

“I’m going to get a hair transplant,” said Tom baldly.

He is so ugly… he has to sneak up on his mirror.

“Why is this telephone flex always tangled?” asked Tom coyly.

“I can eat one hundred and forty-four,” Tom boasted grossly.

Opportunist: One who goes ahead and does what you always planned to do. 

Courtship: When a fellow and a girl are always trying to show how smart he is.

Electrocution: Burning at the stake with all modern improvements.

Acoustic: An instrument used in shooting pool.

He couldn’t grow pole beans in a pile of horse shit.

I suffer from a deviant septum.

Angler: A man who spends rainy days sitting around on the muddy banks of rivers doing nothing because his wife won’t let him do it at home.

It was so cold… the kids at school were using flannel notebooks.