There is a story about the Irishman who drowned while he was digging a grave for a friend. He’d wanted to be buried at sea.

“Well, Mrs. O’Connor, so you want a divorce?” the solicitor questioned his client.

“Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?”

“Oh, no,” replied Mrs. O’Connor. “Shure now, we have a carport.”

The solicitor tried again. “Well, does the man beat you up?”

“No, no,” said Mrs. O’Connor, looking puzzled. “Oi’m always first out of bed.”

Still hopeful, the solicitor tried once again.

“What I’m trying to find out are what grounds you have.”

“Bless ye, sor. We live in a flat — not even a window box, let alone grounds.”

“Mrs. O’Connor,” the solicitor said in considerable exasperation, “you need a reason that the court can consider.

“What is the reason for you seeking this divorce?”

“Ah, well now,” said the lady,

“Shure it’s because the man can’t hold an intelligent conversation.”

Why is it called a “building” when it is already built?

Why do they call them “apartments” when they are all stuck together?

Why is there an expiration date on SOUR cream?

If you keep trying to prove Murphy’s Law, will something keep going wrong?

Why does flammable and inflammable mean the same thing?

How can someone “draw a blank”?

Shouldn’t there be a shorter word for “monosyllabic”?

Why is the word “abbreviate” so long?

Why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

What is another word for “thesaurus”?

Psychiatrist: What’s your problem?

Patient: I think I’m a chicken.

Psychiatrist: How long has this been going on?

Patient: Ever since I was an egg!

When there are too many policemen, there can be no liberty;

When there are too many soldiers, there can be no peace;

When there are too many lawyers, there can be no justice.