A woman was three months pregnant when she went into a coma. She woke up six months later.
She asked the doctor about her babies.
The doctor said she had twins—a boy and a girl—and they were both healthy. He also said her brother named them.
The woman panicked and said her brother was an idiot, then asked what he named the girl.
The doctor said the girl was named Denise.
She felt relieved and said that name wasn’t too bad. Then she asked about the boy.
The doctor sighed and said the boy was named Denephew.
A manager in a big company saw a new employee and called him into his office.
“What’s your name?” the manager asked.
“John,” the man answered.
The manager frowned and said he doesn’t use first names at work because it makes people too familiar. He said he only calls employees by their last names and must be called Mr. Robertson. Then he asked for the man’s last name.
The man sighed and said his last name was Darling—his full name was John Darling.
The manager replied, “Alright, John,” and continued talking.
Dorothy, the young daughter of a tire salesman, saw triplets for the first time.
When she got home, she excitedly told her mother about it.
She said she saw a woman with twins—and an extra one.
A couple with three kids stood in line at Pier 41 in San Francisco to buy tickets for a boat trip to Alcatraz.
The children were restless, noisy, and fighting, and the parents couldn’t calm them down.
When they reached the counter, the father asked for five tickets.
He said two should be round-trip and three should be one-way.
Miss Jones was teaching her second-grade class about magnets.
She explained how magnets pick up nails and metal objects.
Then she asked a question: “My name starts with the letter M, and I pick things up. What am I?”
A little boy proudly answered, “You’re a mother!”