I grow on trees, I make some...I grow on trees, I make some people wheeze. I can be brown or black, I can be used as a snack. Some animals bite me, some animals hide me. They save me for Winter deep in the ground, the start to dig down down down. For humans I have a very good taste, sometimes they throw out a part in the waste! What am I?
A preacher on his deathbed summoned his doctor and his lawyer. They came, and he asked them to sit on either side of his bed and hold his hands.
They sat thus for a long while until the doctor stirred and said, ”You don’t have long on this earth, Reverend. Better tell us why you asked us to come.”
The old preacher stirred himself wheezed and said ”Well, Jesus died between two thieves, and that’s the way I want to go too.”