As I was going to Saint Ives I met a man with seven wives. Each wife had seven sacks. Each sack had seven cats. Each cat had seven kittens. Kittens, cats, sacks, wives. How many were going to Saint Ives? Imagine you are driving seventy miles toward the edge of a cliff. The doors and windows are locked and the breaks don't work. What do you do? A news reporter and his wife went on a train. The train crashed, and every single person on the train died. The next day the news reporter told the story. How is this possible? If a rooster lays an egg on a roof, which side will it fall from? What can you put in a box to make it lighter? I have one eye, can fit through small holes and can fix your clothing. What am I? I will reveal the answers after the 5th comment or so. Asta la pasta!