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Blind Date: When you expect to meet a vision and he turns out to be a sight.

Wink: A whether signal.

“I have a delivery of shoes for the prisoners,” said Tom consolingly.

There are two theories to arguing with women… neither one works.

That was the last hump on the camel.

Banker: A pawn broker with a manicure.

A waist is a terrible thing to mind.

Bowling Alley: A quiet place of amusement where you can hear a pin drop.

“I make the armor out of chain links,” Tom replied by mail.

“I work at a bank,” said Tom tellingly.

Communist: One who has yearnings for equal division of unequal earnings.

 “My parents are called Billy and Nanny,” Tom kidded.

He doesn’t have much of a reputation or so I’ve heard.

I’m just talking out loud.

Epitaph: A monumental lie.

We're cooking on all four cylinders.

“I have lost all my Hungarian sheet music,” said Tom listlessly.

He is so fat… his blood type is Ragu.

Gigolo: A fee-male.

She is so ugly… when she gets up, the sun goes down.

“I manufacture tabletops for shops,” said Tom counterproductively.