I’m going to add a new super service to my business called, “Typoman.”
You ask, “What do you do?” My answer: “I write wrongs.”
A policeman made a presentation at a school on career days. After his presentation, he opened up a time for questions from the audience. “What would you do if you had to arrest your own mother,” one kid wanted to know.
“Call for back-up,” was his quick reply.
A genie granted me one wish, and I said, “I just want to be happy.”
Now I live in a little cottage with six other dwarves and work in a mine.
Where is your pile of books waiting to be read? Or do you have multiple piles?