Melissa goes to the local newspaper office to see that the obituary for her recently deceased husband is published.
The Obit Editor informs her that there is a charge of 50 cents per word.
She pauses, reflects, and then she says,
“Well then, let it read “Paul Dyer died.”
Amused at Melissa’s thriftiness, the editor tells her that there is a seven word minimum for all obituaries.
She thinks it over and in a few seconds says, In that case, let it read, “Paul Dyer died.... GOLF CLUBS FOR SALE.”
A pregnant woman with her first child, paid a visit to her obstetrician’s office. After the exam, she shyly said, “My husband wants me to ask you...”, to which the doctor replies “I know...I know...” placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I get asked that all the time. Sex is fine until late in the pregnancy.” “No, that’s not it,” the woman confessed. “He wants to know if I can still mow the lawn.”