Friday, June 05, 2009
Word of The Day
Laughter's the Best Medicine
Marital Humor
Wife
- ’What are you doing?’
- Husband: ’Nothing’.
- Wife: ’Nothing..? You’ve been reading our marriage certificate for over an hour!!’
- Husband: ‘I was looking for the expiration date.’
Wife
- ‘Do you want dinner?’
- Husband: ‘Sure! What are my choices?’
- Wife: ‘Yes or no.’
Wife
- ‘You always carry my photo in your wallet.. Why?’
- Hubby: ‘When there is a problem, no matter how great it is, I look at your picture and the problem simply disappears.’
- Wife: ‘You see how miraculous and powerful I am for you?’
- Hubby: ‘Yes! I see your picture and ask myself what other problem can there be greater than this one?’
Girl
- ‘When we get married, I want to share all your worries, troubles, and lighten your burden.’
- Boy: ‘It’s very kind of you, darling, but I don’t have any worries or troubles.’
- Girl: ‘Well, that’s because we aren’t married yet.’
Son
- ‘Mommie, when I was on the bus with Daddy this morning, he told me to be polite and give up my seat to a lady.’
- Mom: ‘Well, you have done the right thing.’
- Son: ‘But mommie, I was sitting on daddy’s lap.’
A newly married man asked his wife
- ‘Would you have married me if my father hadn’t left me that fortune?’
- ‘Honey,’ the woman replied sweetly,
- ‘I’d have married you, NO MATTER WHO LEFT YOU THAT FORTUNE!’
Girl to her boyfriend
- One kiss and I’ll be yours forever.
The guy replies:
- ‘Thanks for the early warning.’
A wife asked her husband
- ‘What do you like most in me, my cooking, my pretty face or my sexy body?’
He looked at her from head to toe, smiled, and replied:
- ‘Well …….I REALLY like your sense of humor!’
Quote of The Day
"Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck." This was the suicide note left by George Sanders an English film and television actor. He was found dead in his hotel room, along with five empty bottles of Nembutal. Sanders was 65 years old. His body was cremated and the ashes were scattered in the English Channel
An Ode to English Plurals
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes, but the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant or ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England. We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?
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