Happy Fool's Day! The BBC's 1957 "spaghetti tree" segment is great, if you've never seen it. Here, I'll just offer a chestnut and a classic.
From an old joke book I have lying around (slightly edited to make the language marginally less dated):
An attractive woman was thrilled to have obtained a divorce and dazzled by the skill and virtuosity of her lawyer, not to mention his healthy income and good looks. In fact, she realized, she had fallen head over heels in love with him, even though he was a married man.
"Oh, Sam," she sobbed at the conclusion of the trial, "isn't there some way we can be together, the way we were meant to be?"
Gripping her by the shoulders, looking into her eyes, Sam spelled out the situation for her. "Snatched drinks in grimy bars on the edge of town, lying on the phone, hurried meetings in sordid motel rooms – is that really what you want for us?"
"No… no…" she sobbed, heartbroken.
"Oh," said the lawyer. "Well, it was just a suggestion."
Meanwhile, here's the classic. I've seen at least one blog suggest we institute this to deal with Wall Street and the GOP:
(Cross-posted at Blue Herald)