Surgeon Roast
Harry hosted a dinner party. One of his guests was a surgeon.
While deftly carving the roast, Harry kept up a running commentary: “How am I doing, Doc? How do you like that technique? I’d make a pretty good surgeon, don’t you think?”
When Harry had finished and the slices of meat lay neatly on the serving platter, the surgeon spoke up:
“Anybody can take them apart, Harry. Now let’s see you put them back together again.”
Try before you buy
Myra was going to the office party but needed a new party dress.
In the clothing store she asked, “May I try on that dress in the window, please?”
“Certainly not, madam,” responded the salesgirl, “You’ll have to use the fitting room like everyone else.”
Finish line
It was the finish line of the Comrades marathon. A first time runner is hobbling away, having just finished.
A grizzled old marathoner looks at him and says “You’ll feel a lot worse tomorrow.”
He pauses and then says, “But the really bad news is that in about 3 days, you’re going to think you had fun today.”
