LAUGH QUOTE
“My uncle Sammy was an angry man. He had printed on his tombstone: ‘What are you looking at?’” – Margaret Smith
WISE GUYS ANSWER TO STUPID QUESTION
QUESTION: What’s the difference between a lawyer and a vampire?
WISE GUY: A vampire only sucks blood at night.
BUSINESS JOKE
MEAN MACHINE
The local United Way office realized that it had never received a donation from the town’s most successful lawyer. The volunteer in charge of contributions called him to persuade him to contribute. “Our research shows that out of a yearly income of more than $600,000 you give not a penny to charity. Wouldn’t you like to give back to the community in some way?”
The lawyer mulled this over for a moment and replied, “First, did your research also show that my mother is dying after a long illness, and has medical bills that are several times her annual income?” Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbled, “Um … No.”
“Second, that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to a wheel chair?” The stricken United Way rep began to stammer out an apology, but was cut off.
“Third, that my sister’s husband died in a traffic accident,” the lawyer’s voice rising in indignation, “leaving her penniless with three children?” The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten, said simply, “I had no idea…”
On a roll, the lawyer cut him off once again, “… And I don’t give any money to them, so why should I give any to you?”
CUTTING COMMENT
“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?” – Ernest Hemingway
MARRIED LIFE
SOLOMONIC ANSWER
A couple whose marriage was going on the rocks sought the advice of a marriage counsellor. The counsellor pleaded with them to patch up their quarrel, but they were adamant.
“So,” said the counsellor, “you know the consequences and you want to part. Remember this. You must divide your property equally.”
The wife flared up. “You mean the $4,000 I have saved up? I must give him half? My money?”
“Yes,” said the counsellor. “He gets $2,000. You get $2,000.”
“What about my furniture? I paid for that.”
“Same thing,” answered the counsellor. “Your husband gets the bedroom and the living room; you get the dining room and the kitchen.”
There was a challenging gleam in the wife’s eye. “What about our three children?”
That stumped him. Shrewdly he assayed the situation, and then he came up with a Solomonic answer. “Go back and live together until your fourth child is born. Then you take two children and your husband takes two.”
The wife shook her head. “No, I’m sure that wouldn’t work out. If I depended on him, I wouldn’t have the three I got.”