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Overheard at the Welfare Office...

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 at least
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 the names of
all your children."

''Well, to keep it simple, the boys are all named Leroy and the girls are all named Leighroy."

In disbelief, the case worker says, "Are you serious? They're ALL named Leroy?"

Their momma replied, "Well, yes. It makes it easier. When it's time to get them out of bed
an' ready for school, I yell, Leroy! An' when it's time for dinner, I just yell Leroy! an' they
all comes a-running. An' if I need to stop the kid who's running into the street, I just yell
Leroy' an' 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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