He Who Counts

Thought, Vision and Perception sat in a bar.
Vision excused himself and went to the washroom leaving behind his wallet.
One of the other two counted the cash inside. Who was it?


Why, it's the thought that counts.

A Little Respect

Little Johnny, Little Paul and Little Respect ran a marathon.


Little Respect won, as a little respect goes a long way.

Irony

She lost pounds hoping to be noticed.


Oh! If irony could be weighed.

Inspite Of Bathing

I was born brown.
My mother preferred the colour.
I was all for maroon but
No one asked me
Well here I am,
With skin the colour of dirt.
Ah! Maybe that's why you treat me like it.