The cowboy walked into the tack shop. "How much for a pair of spurs?" he asked the sales clerk.
"Forty dollars."
The cowboy looked in his wallet, thought for a moment, then pulled out a twenty. "I'll take one spur."
"What'll you do with just one?" the clerk asked.
The cowboy replied, "I figger if I can get one side of the horse movin', the other side'll go too."
"For every mile of road there's two miles of ditch."
"The grass isn't greener on the other side. It's greener where you water it."
Jack has died. His lawyer is standing before the family and reads out Jack's Last Will and Testament.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and Ray had rushed down to the local supermarket to hurriedly pick up some hamburger rolls, chips and a few condiments. The big game was going to be on, so he was having a few friends over to watch it.