I received another letter from some lawyer yesterday.
It had “Final Notice” written on the envelope.
Good.
They won’t be bothering me anymore.
Frank hadn't been to a class reunion in decades. When he walked into this latest one, he thought he recognized a woman over in the corner, so he approached her and extended his hand in greeting, saying, "You look like Helen Brown!"
"Well," the woman snapped back, "you don't look so great in blue, either!"
Sex is like art...
Most of it is pretty bad, and the good stuff is out of your price range.
Bobby: Grandpa, why doesn't Superman fight crime anymore?
Grandpa: Inflation.
Bobby: Why inflation?
Grandpa: He can't afford to leave all those clothes in phone booths.
Bobby: What's a phone booth?