A WOMAN WALKS INTO THE DOWNTOWN WELFARE OFFICE, TRAILED
BY 15 KIDS.

'WOW,' THE SOCIAL WORKER EXCLAIMS, 'ARE THEY ALL YOURS ?'

'YEP, THEY'RE ALL MINE, ' THE FLUSTERED MOMMA SIGHS,
HAVING HEARD THAT QUESTION A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE. SHE SAYS,
'SIT DOWN TERRY.' 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 TERRY AND
THE GIRLS ARE ALL NAMED TERRI."

IN DISBELIEF, THE CASE WORKER SAYS, 'ARE YOU SERIOUS?
THEY'RE ALL NAMED TERRY?'

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, TERRY! AND WHEN IT'S TIME FOR DINNER, I JUST YELL TERRY!
AND THEY ALL COME A RUNNING. IF I NEED TO STOP THE KID WHO'S
RUNNING INTO THE STREET, I JUST YELL TERRY AND ALL OF THEM STOP.
IT'S THE SMARTEST IDEA I EVER HAD, NAMING THEM ALL TERRY .'

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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Respectfully submitted by Justan

Laugh of the day from Krause

"I'm not to blame anymore for the atmosphere in here.
I've been "born again" as a nice guy."