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Posted 03-19-2004 at 07:08:49
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A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15
"WOW," the social worker exclaims, "Are they ALL YOURS???"
"Yep they are all mine," the flustered momma sighs, having
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."
"This one's my oldest--he is Leroy."
"OK, and who's next?"
"Well, this one he is Leroy, also." The social worker raises an
eyebrow but continues. One by one, through the oldest four, all boys,
all named Leroy. Then she is introduced to the eldest girl, named
"All right...," says the caseworker, "I'm seeing a pattern
here...Are they ALL named Leroy?" Their Momma replied, "Well, yes--it
easier. When it is time to get them out of bed and ready for
yell, 'Leroy!' An' when it's time for dinner, I just yell
they all comes arunnin.'
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
them all Leroy." The social worker thinks this over for a
wrinkles her forehead and says tentatively, "But what if you
just want ONE kid to come, and not the whole bunch?"
"Ah, that's easy," said the momma. "Then I calls them by
their last names.