An Alabama woman walks into a Welfare office trailed by 15 kids
>"WOW," the social worker exclaims, "Are they ALL YOURS???"
>"Yes, they're all mine," the tired momma, sighs, having heard that question
>a thousand times before
>"Well," says the social worker, "then you must be here to sign up. I'll need
>all their names."
>"This one is my oldest--he's Leroy."
>"OK, and who's next?"
>"Well, this one's Leroy, also." The social worker raises an eyebrow but
>continues One by one, through the oldest four, all boys, all named Leroy.
>Then she’s introduced to the eldest girl, also named Leroy!
>"All right...I'm seeing a pattern here...Are they ALL named Leroy?"
>"Well, yes--it's actually really convenient. When it's time for dinner, I
>just yell’ Leroy!' and they all come running. And if I need to stop the kid
>who's running into the street, I just yell 'Leroy' and the kid, whoever he
>is, stops in his tracks. It's the smartest idea ever had, naming 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?"
>"Ah, that's easy," said the mother "Then I call them by their last names."

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