When a family friend passed away, my granddaughter took her three-year-old son to visit the widow. As they approached the front door, she whispered to the boy, “Make sure to tell her how sorry you are.”

He whispered back, “Why? I didn’t kill him.”

Two deer walk out of a gay bar. One of them turns to the other and says, "I can't believe I blew forty bucks in there."

I never wanted to believe that my Dad was stealing from his job as a road worker.

But when I got home, all the signs were there.