Mrs. Tizzletop overheard her son, Johnny, swear like a trooper.
“Why, Johnny,” she exclaimed, “Who taught you to swear like that?”
“Taught me to swear,” exclaimed Johnny, “Why, it’s me who teaches the other boys.”
Guest—“What are these chops, lamb or pork?”
Waiter—“Can’t you tell by the taste?”
Guest—“No.”
Waiter—“Well then, what difference does it make?”
Do you think it is possible for a thing that has no life to move?