They Never Die

When I was about four years old my dad's favorite joke was about the man who ran over himself. It went like this:

There was a guy who said to his wife, "Hey honey, run across the street and get me a pack of cigarettes, wouldja?" And she said, "No, do it yourself."

So he ran over himself.

I was surprised (but I shouldn't have been) to find that this one is still around. No matter how bad they are, they never die.

I just moved my French fries and there it was.