As I sat down next to a bloke on the bus he gave me a really strange look.
“That’s typical,” I thought. “The bus is empty and yet I still end up sitting next to a f*cking nutcase.”
The following conversation took place at a funeral parlor minutes before the funeral was about to start.
Widow: You’ve put him in a blue suit, I wanted brown!
Funeral Director: No problem madam. Ed!! Ed!! Quickly bring the hacksaw, we need to swap the heads around on these bodies.