I was always told that in some jobs no matter what you do to progress a glass ceiling may be in the way...
I was so concerned by this that on my first day I took along a catapult!
I was offered a gig at the London Crematorium...
I turned it down as I worried it would be dead audience.
Boy: Do you love me?
Girl: Yes dear.
Boy: Would you die for me?
Girl: No, mine is an undying love.
At the end of last semester, a fellow student complained about how he failed the English course.
The teacher invited him to write a formal letter of complaint to the principal.
I glanced at his letter to see how it was going.
His first sentence read, "Dear Principle, it is infair and unposible that I faled english."