Some neighbors of my grandparents gave them a pumpkin pie as a gift. As lovely as the gesture was, it was clear from the first bite that the pie tasted bad. In fact, it was so inedible that my grandmother had to throw it away.
Ever gracious and tactful, my grandmother still felt obliged to send the neighbors a note. It read,
"Thank you very much for the pumpkin pie. Something like that doesn't last very long in our house."
One day a young man was writing a letter to his girl friend who lived just a few miles away in a nearby town. Among other things, he was telling her how much he loved her and how wonderful he thought she was.
"A father carries pictures where his money used to be."
A guy was typing away at his home computer, when his six- year-old daughter sneaked up behind him.
"If you feel pain, you're alive. If you feel other people's pain, you're a human being."