Just after I got married, I was invited out for a night with “the boys.” I told my new bride that I would be home by midnight … promise!

It was 1850, and the old widower had just married a young bride. They left the church for home in a wagon pulled by a mule. Within a couple of minutes, the mule stumbled.

Mrs. O’Donovan was walking down O’Connell Street in Dublin, and coming in the opposite direction was Father O’Rafferty.

The Ultimate Computer stood at the end of the Ultimate Computer Company’s production line as the guided tour arrived.

Three mothers are sitting on a park bench in Miami Beach talking about (what else?) how much their sons love them.

“I’m ashamed of the way we live,” a young wife said to her lazy husband who refused to find a job. “My father pays our rent. My mother buys all of our food.

A census taker in a rural area went up to a farmhouse and knocked. When a woman came to the door, he asked her the names and ages of her children.

It was a terrible night, blowing cold and rain in a most frightful manner.