A burglar who needed money to pay his income taxes decided to rob the safe in a store.
On the safe door he was very pleased to find a note reading, “Please don’t use dynamite. The safe is not locked. Just turn the knob.”
He did so. Instantly, a heavy sandbag fell on him, the entire premises was floodlighted, and alarms started clanging.
As the police carried him out on a stretcher, he was heard moaning, “My confidence in human nature has been rudely shaken.”
Two goobers were digging a ditch on a very hot day. One said to the other, “Why are we down in this hole digging a ditch when our boss is standing up there in the shade of a tree?”
“I don’t know,” responded the other. “I’ll ask him.”
He climbed out of the hole and went to his boss. “Why are we digging in the hot sun and you’re standing in the shade?”
“Intelligence,” the boss said.
“What do you mean, ‘intelligence?'”
The boss said, “Well, I’ll show you. I’ll put my hand on this tree and I want you to hit it with your fist as hard as you can.”
The goober took a mighty swing and tried to hit the boss’ hand. At the last second the boss removed his hand and the goober hit the tree. The boss said, “That’s intelligence!”
The goober went back to his hole. His friend asked, “What did he say?”
“He said we are down here because of intelligence.”
“What’s intelligence?” said the friend.
The goober put his hand on his face and said, “Take your shovel and hit my hand.”
“A farmer called his pig Ball Point. Well, it wasn’t it’s real name, just a pen name.”
During a friendly argument, my husband asked me why I married him in the first place. “I was just stupid,” I teased. When he said he was happy to hear that, I requested an explanation.
“People get divorced all the time because they fall out of love,” he said. “But I’ve never heard of anybody falling out of stupid.”
Little Johnny had been bringing his drawings home from kindergarten every day since he started a month ago. Each day his mother admired the pictures and hung them on the refrigerator. One thing started bothering her. Little Johnny only used black and browns for his drawings. Fearing a problem and not wanting it to get worse, she decided to take him to a child psychologist.
The psychologist delicately went to work. He gave Little Johnny a battery of psychological tests. He chatted with Little Johnny. Everything seemed perfectly normal. Every day for two weeks, the tests continued. Yet everyday, Little Johnny continued to bring home drawings in only blacks and browns.
Frustrated at not being able to get to the root of the problem and fearful that something was terribly wrong, the child psychologist decided to give Little Johnny some paper and a box of crayons and observe what happened.
Little Johnny opened the box of crayons and said, “Oh, Boy! A new box of crayons! At school we only have old boxes. The only ones left in mine are black and brown!”
The telephone solicitor selling basement waterproofing must have thought she’d died and gone to heaven when she reached my very polite and patient son on the phone.
At the end of her long sales pitch, she asked, “Do you mind if we send out someone to give you an estimate?”
“Not at all,” my son said.
“When would be a good time?” she asked.
My son answered, “Just as soon as I dig a basement.”
An efficiency expert concluded his lecture with a note of caution. “You don’t want to try these techniques at home.”
“Why not?” asked somebody from the audience.
“I watched my wife’s routine at breakfast for years,” the expert explained.
“She made lots of trips between the refrigerator, stove, table and cabinets, often carrying a single item at a time. One day I told her, ‘Hon, why don’t you try carrying several things at once?'”
“Did it save time?” the guy in the audience asked.
“Actually, yes,” replied the expert. “It used to take her 20 minutes to make breakfast. Now I do it in seven.”