Little Johnny burst through the front door with a smile on his face. Surprised, his mother asked, "Why are you home from school so early?"
Johnny said, "They let me go early because I was the only one who could answer a tough question."
"Oh, really? What was the question?" his mother asked.
"'Who threw the eraser at the teacher?'"
The phone rang. It was a salesman from a mortgage refinance company. "Do you have a second mortgage on your home?"
"No," I replied.
"Would you like to consolidate all your debts?"
"I really don't have any," I said.
"How about freeing up cash for home improvements?" he tried.
"I don't need any. I just recently had some done and paid cash," I parried.
There was a brief silence, and then he asked, "Are you looking for a husband?"
What shape is it.
On a recent trip to Washington, D.C., my brother-in-law overheard a patriotic father pointing out a well-known building to his son. "You see that triangular-shaped octagon over there?
That's the Pentagon."