"Ere She Blows As soon as he entered the cafe, the chronic grumbler began to complain. When the soup reached him he gave out the usual yell.
"Hey, waiter," he cried, "there's a fly in my soup."
"Grab your fork," advised the waiter. "Maybe a trout will come to the surface."
Late Arrival Jones was violently nudged by his wife in the small hours of the morning.
"Someone's coming up the stairs," she whispered, What's the time?" he asked, still more than half asleep, "Two o'clock," replied the wife.
"Go to sleep again," he murmured drowsily, "it's all right, It'll be me,"
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