My father was a gambler when I was growing up, so I thought I would confide in him this nightmare I kept having.

"Dad," I began, "I keep having these dreams about a supernatural evil entity that takes horse racing bets from gamblers. He seems so real to me."

"Don't worry, son," my dad assured me. "There's no such thing as the bookey-man."

What do you call the significant other of a Bohemian chess player?

Czechmate!

What are the facilities called where huskies are trained to start their sleds moving and to speed them up in the Iditarod sled competition?

Mush Rooms.

What did the two businessmen say to each other as they closed a deal during an earthquake?

"Let's shake on it!"