* I was waiting for Manhattan subway when my attention was diverted by two men in their 20’s engrossed in a conversation just a few feet away. One was dressed in a torn heavy metal T-shirt with stringy black hair that ran down to skull tattoos on his left calf and a ring through his bottom lip. The other had greasy blond hair tied in a ponytail, six-ear rings and a coiled snake tattoo on his left forearm. The converstaion went: “I finally went out with Kathy last night”, the first man said. “Well, how did it go, dude? asked his friend, his hand clutching an open beer in a paper bag. “Awesome” came the reply. “She is one hot babe who really knows how to party.” “So, are you going to see her again”? “No, man”, the first guy answered his exuberance suddenly subdued. “She smokes.”
* A man came to the doctor’s office complaining of a general malaise. The doctor began to question him about his habits. “Do you smoke?” “No.” “Do you drink a lot?” “Nope.” “Do you keep late hours?” ” No sir.” The Doc rubbed his chin and asked, “How can I cure you if you have no vices to give up?”
@ The first person to make a mountain out of a molehill was probably a real estate agent.