Yogi ordered a pizza. The waitress asked How many pieces do you want your pie cut? Yogi responded, Four. I don't think I could eat eight.
I'm in no condition to drive...wait! I shouldn't listen to myself, I'm drunk!
When the waitress asked if I wanted my pizza cut into four or eight slices, I said, 'Four. I don't think I can eat eight.'
Never answer anonymous letters.
If the world was perfect, it wouldn't be.
How long have you known me, Jack? And you still don't know how to spell my name.