Forget Bluto. I have photographic proof that Popeye, while on shore duty, is nothing but a no-good juvenile delinquent. Not only does he run about punching people in the nose after littering the city streets with empty cans of spinach, but he’s an unscrupulous tagger who’s vandalizing walls, fences, and even these signs. We know who you are Popeye. Someone round him up and throw him in the brig!
A couple of elderly folks were in line for breakfast at the local fast food spot. The silver-haired gentleman and the old lady spoke politely to one another, then decided to sit down together to eat. It turns out they really hit it off.
The gent addressed the nice lady: “I really love your company. If we were to go out for a romantic night of elegant dining and dancing, what would you wear?”
She replied: “Depends.”
He asked with a curious smile, “Depends on what?”