Mr. Johnson walked anxiously to the house and knocked. When a nice old lady answered, he said very sad, “I’m sorry, madam, but I have some bad news. “I’m afraid I have run over your cat. I… I would like to replace it.”
The little lady looked him up and down and said, “I’m game, but how are you at catching mice?”
The man walked over to the perfume counter and told the clerk he would like a bottle of Christian Dior for his wife’s birthday.
“A little surprise eh?” said the clerk.
“You bet,” replied the man. “She is expecting a cruise.”
The bum approached the well-dressed man. “Say, pal, could you spare ten bucks for a soft drink?”
“Ten dollars!” the man exclaimed. “Listen my dear fellow, not even in this city will you find
a place that charges so much for a soda.”
I know, said the panhandler, “but it’s my girlfriend’s birthday and I wanted to knock off early.”
“Jenny!” screamed her mother, “why are you feeding birdseed to the cat?”
“I have to,” Jenny replied. “That’s where my canary is.”