Sitting on the bank of a stream a young fisherman trolled his bait lazily in the water and chewed comfortably on a blade of grass.

“Catch anything yet?” asked the stranger. 

“Nope,” murmured the fishermen. 

“That’s strange. It appears to be such a fine stream for trout,” said the stranger. 

“It must be,” replied the fishermen, “they refuse to leave it.”

One Liner

You know what really makes me smile? Facial muscles.