One of our salesmen is a chronic joker, and is very adept at weaving a joke into a real-sounding story. He said the other day that he almost got killed by a horse one time. He fell off and got his foot caught in the stirrup. He was really getting shook up until his mother ran out of K-mart and unplugged it.
He is a rather portly man (W. Churchill build). Once his wife gave him a talking bathroom scales for Christmas. He stepped on it and it said, "One at a time, please! One at a time, please."
One year his wife didn't give him any birthday present. He asked her why. She responded, "You didn't use the one I gave you last year." She had given him a tombstone.
When he was young, his family was too poor to buy the food they needed during the winter, so his mother read recipes out of the cookbook to sustain the children. However, his little brother was hard of hearing and nearly starved to death. Also, they were too poor to afford a dog, so his dad would send the children out to the road to bark at cars.