A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids. “WOW,” the social worker exclaims, “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.” “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 oldest girl, named Leighroy! “All right,” says the caseworker. “I’m seeing a pattern here. Are they ALL named
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