A woman was 3 months pregnant when she fell into a deep coma and woke up after 6 months.
The woman asked the doctor about her babies. The doctor said “You had twins, a boy and a girl they’re both fine and your brother named them for you.”
The woman replies with “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NOT MY BROTHER, he’s an idiot!, what did he name the girl!?”
“Denise” the doctor answered.
“Oh, that’s actually not that bad! What about the boy?” the woman replied.
Doctor sighs deeply: “Denephew”
A manager in a large company noticed a new man one day and told him to come into his office.
“What is your name?” was the first thing the manager asked the new guy.
“John,” the new guy replied.
The manager scowled, “Look, I don’t know what kind of a place you worked at before, but I don’t call anyone by their first name! It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my employees by their last name only — Smith, Jones, Baker –that’s all. I am to be referred to only as Mr. Robertson. Now that we got that straight, what is your last name?”
The new guy sighed and said, “Darling. My name is John Darling.”
“Okay, John, the next thing I want to tell you is…”
Dorothy, the little daughter of a tire salesman, had seen triplets for the first time.
“Oh mother,” she cried out upon returning home, “what do you think I saw today?”
“I can’t imagine, dear, what?”
“A lady had twins, and a spare!”
A couple with three children waited in line at San Francisco’s Pier 41 to purchase tickets for a boat trip to Alcatraz.
Others watched with varying degrees of sympathy and irritation as the young children fidgeted, whined, and punched one another. The frazzled parents reprimanded them to no avail.
Finally they reached the ticket window. “Five tickets, please,” the father said.
“Two round trip, three one way.”
Miss Jones had been giving her second-grade students a lesson on science.
She had explained about magnets and showed how they would pick up nails and other bits of iron.
Now it was question time, and she asked, “My name begins with the letter ‘M’ and I pick up things. What am I?”
A little boy on the front row proudly said, “You’re a mother!”
