The ‘Why’ of Things

If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea, 
does that mean that one out of five enjoys it?

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Why do croutons come in airtight
packages? Aren’t they just stale bread to begin with?

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If people from Poland are called Poles, 
then why aren’t people from Holland called Holes?

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If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled? 

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Why is a person who plays the piano called
a pianist, but a person who drives a racecar is not called a racist?

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If it’s true that we are here to help others,
then what exactly are the others here for?

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If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen
defrocked, then doesn’t it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?


If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would
they call it Fed UP?

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Do Lipton Tea employees take ‘coffee
breaks?’

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What hair color do they put on the driver’s
licenses of bald men?

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I thought about how mothers feed their
babies with tiny little spoons and forks, so I wondered what do Chinese mothers use. Toothpicks?


Why do they put pictures of criminals up in
the Post Office? What are we supposed to do, write to them?  Why don’t they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen can look for them while they deliver the mail?

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Is it true that you never really learn to
swear until you learn to drive?

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As income tax time approaches, did you
ever notice: When you put the two words ‘The ‘ and ‘IRS’ together, it spells ‘THEIRS’?

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Credit: Thanks Pamela
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