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Post by Tigger on Dec 13, 2008 0:37:32 GMT -5
> A woman walks into the downtown > welfare office, trailed by 15 kids. > > > 'WOW!' the social workerexclaims. 'Are they all > yours?'' > > 'Yep, they are all mine,' the flustered momma > sighs, > having heard that question a thousand times before. > > She says, 'Sit down Leroy.' All the children rush > to > find seats. > > 'Well,' says the social worker 'then you must > be > here to sign up. I'll need all your children's > names.' > > 'Well, to keep it simple, the boys are all named > 'Leroy' and the girls are all named > 'Leighroy'.' > > In disbelief, the case worker. 'Are you > serious? They're ALL named Leroy?' > > Their momma replied, > 'Well, yes-it makes it easier. > When it's time to get them out of bed > and ready for school, I > yell, 'Leroy!' An when it's time > for dinner, I just yell > 'Leroy!' an they all comes a > runnin. An' if I need to stop the kid > who's running into > the street, I just yell Leroy' and all > of them stop. It's > the smartest idea I ever had, namin' them all > Leroy.' > > The social worker thinks this over for a bit, then > wrinkles her forehead and says tentatively , > 'But what if you just want ONE kid to come, and not > the whole bunch?' > > 'Then I call them by their last names.'
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Post by charliegirl on Dec 13, 2008 0:44:42 GMT -5
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Post by jj on Dec 13, 2008 1:49:28 GMT -5
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