A little girl went to the drug store for some pills.
“Anti-bilious?” asked the clerk. “No, sir. It’s my uncle,” replied the little girl.
That’s my umbrella you have there.
Well, I got it in a pawnshop.
Yes, I soaked it away for a rainy day.
“Yes, I have seen the day when Mr. Rich, the millionaire, did not have a pair of shoes to cover his feet.”
“And when was that, pray?”
“At the time he was bathing.”