While they are doing this, the statistician is setting fires to all the other wastebaskets in the office. Three statisticians go deer hunting with bows and arrows. They spot a big magnificent white-tail buck and take aim. One shoots and his arrow flies off three feet to the right of the stag. The second shoots and his arrow flies off three feet to the left.
Statistics are like a bikini.
A politician travelling to Scotland looked out of the train window and saw a number of black sheep. Don't make positive statements like that. Best just say 'Some Scottish sheep are black'. Turns out he was just a Latin Square. He couldn't pass the sign test.