At The Christmas Party, The

I Bought An Ideal Gift For My Mother-in-law - A Battery-operated Mouth.

What An Orchestra! They Just Sit There, But Their Minds Are Thousands Of Miles Away With Their Bookies.

Talk About Cheap - On Christmas Eve, My Neighbour Shoots Off Three Blanks And Tells His Kids Santa Claus Just Committed Suicide.

Nowadays, When A Speaker Tells The Graduates That The Future Is Theirs--is That A Promise Or A Threat?

One Of Those Christmas Songs Says, "you Better Not Shout, You Better Not Cry, You Better Not Pout." How's My Wife Going To Get Along?