When the inventor of the drawing board messed things up, what did he go back to?
I got my start in silent radio.
A miniature village in Bournemouth caught fire and the flames could be seen nearly three feet away.
I'm not saying my wife's a bad cook, but she uses a smoke alarm as a timer.
Although I have always loved the noise of laughter, I really can't fear the coming of quiet. As for funerals, I rather like them. Such nice things are always said about the deceased, I feel sad that they had to miss hearing it all by just a few days.
What do gardeners do when they retire?