Not Ranked
Most Perfect
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Our dentist recently hired a beautiful young blonde as a dental
hygenist. We exchanged small talk for half an hour as she cleaned my
teeth and I gazed into her pale-blue eyes. When she finished, she
smiled and said, "You have the most perfect mouth." My heart skipped a
beat. Then she continued, "Usually I have a lot of trouble reaching
people's wisdom teeth, but your mouth is so big that I can get both
hands in easily."
A Catchy Tune
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In dire need of a beauty make-over, I went to my salon with a fashion
magazine photo of a gorgeous, young, lustrous-haired model.
I showed the stylist the trendy new cut I wanted and settled into the
chair as he began humming a catchy tune and got to work on my thin,
graying hair.
I was delighted by his cheerful attitude until I recognized the melody.
It was the theme from "Mission: Impossible."
My Mother?
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The young wife was in tears when she opened the door for her husband.
"I've been insulted," she sobbed. "Your mother insulted me."
"My mother!" he exclaimed. "But she is a hundred miles away."
"I know, but a letter came for you this morning and I opened it."
He looked stern, "I see, but where does the insult come in?"
"In the postscript," she answered. "It said: 'Dear Alice, don't
forget to give this letter to George.'"
"An abstract noun," the teacher said, "is something you can
think of, but you can't touch it. Can you give me an example of one?"
"Sure," a teenage boy replied. "My father's new car."
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