Daily PUNishment

The IRS mad an error in Sin Tax in writing up the prostitute’s audit.

My granddaughter wanted to be a writer so she kept coming up with novel ideas.

One bee says to another, “Is that my bees wax?”
“None of your bees wax,” comes the reply.
I guess the first bee should have stuck to his own beesnest.

My fireplace has defective valves. It is suffering from hearth disease.

How does a widow know whether the husband she is burying is going to heaven or hell?……..Widow’s peak.
How does she know whether he was wearing a toupee?….
Widow’s peek.

When Mozart’s wife irritated him he had a difficult time composing himself.

The obituary says the guy flew B-17s. It made me wonder whether there is a B-1. If not, there should B-1.

I know a guy we nicknamed “The Human Garbage Can.” He would eat anything. He had a real problem with waist management.

My ambition is to own a valet service staffed entirely by women.
I intend to title the company, “Valet of the Dolls.”

I put my groceries in the car. When I got back the corned beef was gone. Truncated.