Two friends who hadn’t seen each other in years met in a supermarket.  One woman asked, “Tell me Ruth, how is your son George?”

“He’s getting along fine,” Ruth replied.  “He’s a poet.  He just received his master’s degree in literature from the university.”

“And what about Mary?”

A priest was walking along the cliffs at Dover when he came upon two locals pulling another man ashore on the end of a rope.  “That’s what I like to see,” said the priest, “a man helping his fellow man.”

As he was walking away, one local remarked to the other, “Well, he sure doesn’t know the first thing about shark fishing.”

My Uncle Irv is so cheap he sends one Christmas card out each year – in the form of a chain letter.