July 23 Humor

# My son came to me looking for some jobs to do around the house in order to make some money. He asked, “What jobs can I do Dad?”   “I can’t think of anything.”  My son asked, “Then will you put me on welfare.”

I was applying for a job. The person interviewing me asked how many words per minute I typed. I answered that, “Well, it depends on my mood… I did not get that job.”

* On his first trip to the top of the Empire State building a small boy stood quietly by his father as the elevator kept going: up up and up. Finally he looked at his father and asked, “Dad, does God know we’re coming?”