Good News And Bad News.

An artist asked the gallery owner if there had been any interest in his paintings on display at that time.

“I have good news and bad news,” the owner replied. “The good news is that a gentleman enquired about your work and wondered if it would appreciate in value after your death. When I told him it would, he bought all 15 of your paintings.”

“That’s wonderful,” the artist exclaimed. “What’s the bad news?”

“The guy was your doctor…”

One morning, Harry wakes up and goes downstairs into the kitchen. It’s his birthday.

It’s the third day of the third month and Harry is thirty three years old.

He notices that the kitchen clock has broken and stopped at 3:3oam.

On the radio, the weather announces that the temperature is 33 degrees.

Opening the sporting section of his newspaper, he turns to page three; he sees that a horse called ‘Triple Treble’ is running in the 3.3o.

He rings up a bookmaker and puts 333 on it to win.

It comes in third.