My wife loves to shop at Bloomingdale's. I bring her mail there twice a week.
Those bellhops in Miami are tip-happy. I ordered a deck of playing cards and the bellboy made fifty-two trips to my room.
I know a man in Ft. Worth with 100,000 head of cattle. No bodies, just heads.
My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that's not so bad; but New York City?
The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.
Why do Jewish men die before their wives? They want to.