Bill loved to write. He wrote articles, compositions, poems, anything he could think of he wrote.

Although he tried desperately to have his hard work published he was never able to find anyone interested. 

It was after a year of not seeing one of his friends that he bumped into him at a supermarket.

“Harry am I glad to see you! Do you know that my readership doubled since I last saw you!?”

“Congratulations!” Said Harry, barely glancing up from the meat he was examining,

“nobody told me that you got married!”

 

My boss called me into his office today.
“We both know you’re not the brightest spark here, Simon,” he said, “but over the last 5 years you’ve never been sick

or late and I think you deserve a reward. So, how does a brand new car sound?”
“Vroom! Vroom!” I replied.