Milsurp After Hours

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 eldest girl, named Leighroy!

"All right," says the caseworker. "I'm seeing a pattern

here. Are they 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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