An old man went to the college that he went to when he was a youth.
He knocked on room number 3 of the hostel and said, “May I come in. I lived in this very room thirty years ago when I studied in this college.”
A young man opened the door and let him in.
The old man examined the room, fondly remembering everything.
He said, “The same old room, the same old wooden table, the ventilator and the same old window that opens to the garden. And the same old bed.”
When examining it he found a young girl under the bed.
The young man got alarmed and said, “Don’t mistake me. She is my cousin. She dropped her ear ring and is searching for it.”
The old man said, “And the same old story…”
The son of a Saudi mogul goes to study in Europe.
One night, the phone rings at the house of his parents.
Dad: ‘How’s your life going, son?’
Son: ‘It’s going well, dad.’
Dad: ‘Is something wrong? You don’t sound happy.’
Son: ‘No Dad, everything’s fine. Berlin is wonderful, the people are nice and I really like it here.’
Dad: ‘Son, tell me the truth. I know something’s not right.’
Son: ‘Well dad, to be honest, I am a bit ashamed to drive to my college with my pure-gold Ferrari 599GTB when all my teachers and many fellow students travel by train.’
Dad: ‘My dear son, why didn’t you say so earlier? I will send you more funds this instant. Please stop embarrassing us and go and get yourself a train too.’
Class apart
It had been snowing for hours when an announcement came over the intercom: “Will the students who are parked on university drive please move their cars so that we may begin plowing?”
Twenty minutes later there was another announcement: “Will the 200 students who went to move 26 cars please return to class?”
A boastful hunter kept telling his buddies the same story, and they chided him for telling it over and over.
He reminded them that they often tell the same stories.
“Not so,” said one friend. “We re-share, you repeat.”
A group of people
were touring a university campus and they noticed several students on their hands and knees assessing the courtyard with pencils and clipboards in hand.
“What are they doing?” a woman asked the tour guide.
“Each year,” he replied with a grin, “The upperclassmen ask the freshmen how many bricks it took to finish paving this courtyard.”
When we were out of earshot of the freshmen, the woman asked the guide: “So what’s the answer?”
The guide replied, “One.”
