A Briton, a Frenchman, and a Russian are standing and staring at a portrait of Adam and Eve.
"Look at their calm, their reserve" says the Briton. "Surely they must be British!"
"Nonsense!" Replies the Frenchman. "They are beautiful. Surely they must be French!"
The Russian finally speaks, "they have no clothes, no shelter, only an apple to eat, and are being told this is paradise. They are Russian."
Wife and I have been arguing lately when she asked "Do you ever get a shooting pain like someone's got a voodoo doll of you and they're stabbing it"? I replied "No". She responded "How about now"?