What do you get when you cross a bachelor slob with a Mormon?
A year’s supply of garbage in your basement.
Hillary Clinton goes to a primary school in New York to talk about the
world. After her talk she offers a question time.
One little boy puts up his hand. The Senator asks him what his name is.
“Kenneth”
“And what is your question, Kenneth?”
“I have three questions:
First - whatever happened to the medical health care plan you were
paid to develop during your husband’s eight years in the office as
President?
Second - why would you run for President after your husband shamed
the office?
Third - whatever happened to all those things you took when you left
the White House?”
Just then the bell rings for recess. Hillary Clinton informs the kids that
they will continue after recess.
When they resume, Hillary says, “Okay, where were we? Oh, that’s
right, question time. Who has a question?”
A different little boy puts his hand up. Hillary point him out and asks him
what his name is.*
“Larry.”
“And what is your question, Larry?”
“I have five questions:
First - whatever happened to the medical health care plan you were
paid to develop during your husband’s eight years in the office as
President?
Second - why would you run for President after your husband shamed
the office?
Third - whatever happened to all those things you took when you left
the White House?”
Fourth- why did the recess bell go off 20 minutes early?
Fifth - what happened to Kenneth?”*
While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, “It is essential that husbands and wives know each other’s likes and dislikes.”
He addressed the man, “Can you name your wife’s favorite flower?”
Tom leaned over, touched his wife’s arm gently and whispered, “It’s Pillsbury, isn’t it?