To prepare for my daughter's First Communion, I called the church in the town where we used to live to get a copy of her baptismal certificate.
We lived there for only a short while, so I didn't know the clergy well. When the secretary asked me the name of the father, I told her that I couldn't remember.
After a brief silence, she said, "Ma'am, I'm talking about the name of the baby's father."
Teacher: "How much is half of 8?"
Little Johnny: "Up and down or across?"
Teacher: "What do you mean?"
Little Johnny: "Well, up and down makes a 3 or across the middle leaves a 0!"
A not-so-smart lady called the airline booking agent to ask how long a flight was from Los Angeles to New York?
The busy agent replied, "Just a moment."
The not-so-smart lady replied, "Thank you," and then hung up.
What the worst thing about a party on the moon?
You have to PLANET.