I read a joke in a popular crosswords magazine that goes something like this: an aged lady walks on a seaside and sees an aged painter splashing colors on a board.
She asks him what the splashes are meant to be and the painter answers that he has not the faintest, he does it just to spend his time.
The lady comments: “You are lucky; my husband is retired, too, and he spends all his days lying drunk.” Continue reading
