Joan’s husband likes to sing. He decided to join the church choir. From time to time he would practice in the shower or getting dressed or preparing a meal.

Whenever he would start in on a song, Joan would head outside to the porch.

Her husband, with hurt feelings, said, “What’s the matter, Joan? Don’t you like my singing?”

Joan replied, “Honey, I love your singing, but I just want to make sure the neighbors know I’m not beating you.”

One Liner

A burglar broke info our house. I put the little red light on his chest and the cat took care of the rest.