The forum needs a little humor.

@ricko said:
The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she had just gotten married for the fourth time:
The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband's occupation. "He's a funeral director." She answered.
"Interesting." The newsman thought.
He then asked her if she wouldn't mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living. She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she had first married a banker when she was in her 20's, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40's, and a preacher when in her 60's, and now - in her 80's - a funeral director.
The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married four men with such diverse careers.
(Wait for it)
She smiled and explained. "I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go........

Cheers, RickO

WHERE THE HELL IS THE "GROAN" BUTTON WHEN YOU NEED IT!

Wayne

Wayne

A father told his three sons when he sent them to the university:
"I feel it's my duty to provide you with the best possible education, and you do not owe me anything for that. But I want you to appreciate it. As a token, please each put $1,000 into my coffin when I die."

And so it happened. The sons became a doctor, a lawyer, and a financial planner, each very successful financially.
When they saw their father in the coffin after his death, they remembered his wish.

First it was the doctor who put ten $100 bills onto the chest of the deceased.
Then came the financial planner, who put a $1,000 bill there, too.
Finally, it was the heartbroken lawyer’s turn. He dipped into his pocket, took out his checkbook, wrote a check for $3,000.
He put it into his father's coffin, and took the $2,000 cash.

“No posting signs on light poles”

We’re approaching Halloween and the weather is turning cold, so the other day I picked up a hitch-hiker. He seemed like a nice guy.
After a few miles, he asked me if I wasn’t afraid that he might be a serial killer?
I told him that the odds of two serial killers being in the same car were extremely small.