You laugh, you lose.

"I shall grant you three wishes- but keep in mind that anything you wish for, your mother-in-law will get the same, two-fold." The man thinks. "OK. For my first wish, I'd like to have a villa with an ocean view." The genie says "OK, but your mother-in-law will have two." "That's fine," the man replies. "For my second wish, I'd like to have $20 million." "Granted, but your mother-in-law will have $40 million." The man nods. "And your final wish?" the genie asks. "For my final wish," the man begins, "I want you to scare me half to death."

Because if it were served warm, it would be justwater.

Despite the squashed nose, bulging eyes and rolls of fat, the dog seems to like her.

All that money with nothing to chauffeur it.

but apparently you can't end a sentence with a proposition.

Guess that's what I get for buying a pure bread dog.

He was a good man, but a lousy cabinet maker.

He ate his food before it was cool.