A mathematician wanders back home at 3 a.m. and proceeds to get an earful from his wife.
“You’re late!” she yells. “You said you’d be home by 11:45!”
“Actually,” the mathematician replies coolly, “I said I’d be home by a quarter of 12.”
My paper got ripped earlier...
I'm still torn up about it!
I told my wife that it was her turn to shovel and salt the front steps.
All I got back were icy stares.
For years, the fad dieter ate everything with prickly pears... now he eats everything with sorghums.