Last week I forgot how to ride a bicycle.

I'm writing a book. I've got the page numbers done.

You know how it is when you're reading a book and falling asleep, you're reading, reading... and all of a sudden you notice your eyes are closed? I'm like that all the time.

I Xeroxed my watch. Now I have time to spare.

Some friends of mine got me a sweater for my birthday. I'd have preferred a moaner or a screamer, but the sweater was OK.

While I was gone, somebody rearranged on the furniture in my bedroom. They put it in exactly the same place it was. When I told my roommate, he said: "Do I know you?"

The sign said "eight items or less". So I changed my name to Les.