When a physician remarked on a new patient’s extraordinarily ruddy complexion,
he said, “High blood pressure, Doc. It comes from my family.”
“Your mother’s side or your father’s?” the doctor asked.
“Neither,” he replied. “It’s from my wife’s family.”
“Oh, come now,” the doctor said. “How could your wife’s family give you high blood pressure?”
He sighed, “You oughta meet’em sometime, Doc!”
Teacher: “Ramu, you talk a lot!”
Ramu: “It’s a family tradition.”
Teacher: “What do you mean?”
Ramu: “Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher.”
Teacher: “What about your mother?”
Ramu: “She’s a woman.”
Sharing dreams
Teacher: “Okay class let’s start by sharing our dreams. What’s yours David?”
David: “My dream is to earn $20,000 a month like my dad.”
Teacher: “Wow! Your dad earns that much?”
David: “No ma’am, that’s also my dad’s dream.”
I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes.
We decided to grab a bite at the food court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him.
The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, and blue. My dad kept staring at him.
The teenager would look and find him staring every time.
When the teenager had enough, he sarcastically asked, “What’s the matter old man, never done anything wild in your life?”
Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that I would not choke on his response; knowing he would have a good one.
And in classic style he did not bat an eye in his response. “Got drunk once and screwed a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son.”
