Mrs Smith: What does your husband do for a hobby?
Mrs Jones: He’s a do-it-yourself taxidermist.
Mrs Smith: A do-it-yourself taxidermist?
Mrs Jones: Yes, every night at dinner he stuffs himself.
Lady: Pastor, I must confess that I just can’t resist the temptation to sit in front of my mirror two to three hours every day admiring my beauty. I think I need to confess this sin of pride.
Pastor (after looking at the lady): Well, it’s not the sin of pride you need to confess. It is the sin of imagination.
Speaker: This is terrible! I’m the speaker at this banquet and I forgot my false teeth!
Man: I happen to have an extra pair; try these.
Speaker: Too small!
Man: Well, try this pair.
Speaker: Too big!
Man: I have one pair left.
Speaker: These fit just fine. It sure is lucky to sit next to a dentist!
Man: I’m not the dentist. I’m an undertaker.