Two friends, Mick and Dave, are having lunch over at Daveโs house when the conversation turns to postal delivery workers.
Dave, disgruntled about the subject, says โI order a lot of books to get delivered here daily, but I always get a slip saying that they missed me, even if Iโm home to receive them. Iโm getting sick of it.โ
Mick, understanding his frustration, suggests โMaybe you should fight back, complain about it or something.โ
Dave confidently replies โDonโt you worry about that. Iโve got it sorted today. Iโve put a sign on the front saying that I trade books for paint thinner.โ
Mick confusedly asks โAnd how will that solve the problem?โ
As though on cue, the doorbell rings and a man is heard calling out that heโs with the local postal delivery service, followed by some choice swearing.
Dave, nonplussed by the whole situation, wipes his mouth, stands up and says to Mick โBecause I covered the front doorstep with super glue.โ
A tortoise went out for a few beers and, despite being severely worse for wear, decided to walk home through the rough part of town.
Half way home he was set upon by four snails who beat him senseless, stole what little money he still had and, as a final insult, they sprayed obscenities on his shell.
Utterly distraught, he was taken to the local police station where the fox inspector asked if he could remember anything about the assailants .
"I don't know!" He cried, "It all happened so fast!" 
The psychiatrist was not expecting the distraught stranger who staggered into his office and slumped into a chair.
"You've got to help me. I'm losing my memory, Doctor," he sobbed.
"I once had a successful business, a wife, home and family; I was a respected member of the community. But all that's gone now. Since my memory began failing, I've lost the business - I couldn't remember my clients' names. My wife and children have left me, too; and why shouldn't they - some nights I wouldn't get home until four or five in the morning. I'd forget where I lived... And it's getting worse. Doctor, it's getting worse!"
"This is not an unusual form of neurosis," the psychiatrist said soothingly. "Now tell me, just how long ago did you first become aware of this condition?"
"Condition?" The man sat up in his chair. "What condition?!?"
Baby: "Mommy."
Dad: "No. Say daddy."
Baby: "Mommy."
Dad: "Crap! Say daddy!"
Baby: "Crap!"
Dad: "What did you say?"
Baby: "Crap!"
Mom: "I'm home!"
Baby: "Crap!"
Mom: "What? Where did you hear that?"
Baby: "Daddy."
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