A young American tourist goes on a guided tour of a creepy old castle. At the end of the tour, the guide asks her how she enjoyed it. She admits to being a bit worried about seeing a ghost in some of the dark, cob-web filled, rooms and passages.
"Don't worry," says the guide. "I've never seen a ghost all the time I've been here."
"How long is that?" asks the girl.
"About three hundred years."
Being a teenager and getting a tattoo seem to go hand and hand these days. I wasn’t surprised when one of my daughter’s friends showed me a delicate little Japanese symbol on her hip. "Please don’t tell my parents," she begged.
"I won’t," I promised. "You're 18 now, so I guess it's your choice. By the way, what does that stand for?"
"Honesty," she said.
How come the lifeguard couldn't save the hippie?
He was just too far out man.
Feeling alone? Feeling unwanted, like no one gives a hoot?
Do what I did... don't file your tax returns.