I just got out of the hospital. I was in a speed-reading accident. I hit a bookmark.
When I was five years old I was on a merry go round. There was a gunshot nearby. The horses stampeded. There I was running down the street on a purple wooden horse.
Be nice to your children. After all, they are going to choose your nursing home.
What a nice night for an evening.
What do little birdies see when they get knocked unconscious?
If you tell a joke in the forest, but nobody laughs, was it a joke?