A young boy came to his father one day…
Son: Dad, I’ve been hearing a lot about politics lately but I really don’t understand what they’re all talking about with deficits and budgets and all that stuff.
Attached is some correspondence which actually occurred between a London hotel’s staff and one of its guests. The London hotel involved submitted this to the Sunday Times. No name was mentioned.
After every flight, Qantas pilots fill out a form, called a “gripe sheet,” which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems; document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that…
A lady walked into a pharmacy and told the pharmacist that she needed some cyanide.
The pharmacist said, “Why in the world do you need cyanide?”
The lady then explained she needed it to poison her husband.