The mayor took a groop of foreign guests around city for sight-seeing.

"Only refined manner and good-looking people were born in this city."

"Then where were you born?" one guest asked curiously.

On Saturday afternoon the director asked his secretary:
"Are you free tomorrow evening?"

"Yes, I am. I have nothing to do."
"Then ... try to go to bed early, so that you won't be late for work on Monday."

Reading a newspaper, Mr. Duran saw a notice about his death. He phoned one friend of his:
"Have you read about my death on the newspaper?"
"Yes, I have. But where are you calling from?" 

"Mummy," the little boy asks his mother: 
"Where were you when I was born?"

"In the hosital."

"And daddy?"