Lingo of the Lingerie
She was a fair-haired, fluffy little thing, who had taken a position as saleswoman in a department store. A few days later she met a boy friend and both stopped to have a little chat.
“How do you like your job?” inquired the boy friend.
“Oh, I like it very much,” said the fluffy one. “Only, they shift me about too much. At twelve o’clock I’m in hats, at three I’m in dresses, at four I’m in lingerie, at six I’m in stockings, and—”
“I’ll look you up tomorrow at eight,” said he.
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Evolution of a Flea
“The evolution theory,” said the professor, “is that we all came from monkeys.”
“That’s wrong,” said the flea, biting him on his bald head, “I came from a dog.”
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