During a Christmas exam, one of the questions was: What causes a depression?
One of the students wrote: "God knows! I don't. Merry Christmas!"
The exam paper came back with the prof's notation: "God gets 100. You get zero. Happy New Year."
Quasimodo wasn’t exactly sure what was wrong with his back, but he had a hunch.
Her: Could you loan me ten dollars please?
Him: What did you say?
Her (a bit louder): Could you loan me twenty dollars please?
Him: I thought you asked for ten!
Do you suffer from anxiety that a stranger may be hiding in your room?
You're not alone.