Why don't they make the whole plane out of that black box stuff.
Last night I fell asleep in a satellite dish. My dreams were broadcast all over the world.
I broke my arm trying to fold a bed. It wasn't the kind that folds.
I have an answering machine in my car. It says, I'm home now. But leave a message and I'll call when I'm out.
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
I got a garage door opener. It can't close. Just open.