As he walked to the door she yelled, "I hope you die a long, slow, painful death."
He turned around and said, "So, you want me to stay?"
Thứ Hai, 28 tháng 5, 2018
Hey, Terry
A woman walks into the Ipswich Centrelink office, trailed by 15 kids...
"WOW," the social worker exclaims, "Are they ALL yours?
"Yeah they are all mine," the flustered mother sighs, having heard that
question a thousand times before.
She says, "Sit down Terry." 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 Terry."
"OK, and who's next?"
"Well, this one he is Terry, also."
The social worker raises an eyebrow but continues. One by one, through the
oldest four, all boys, all named Terry.
Then she is introduced to the eldest girl, named Terri.
"All right," says the caseworker. "I'm seeing a pattern here. Are they ALL
named Terri?"
Their Mother replied, "Well, yes-it makes it easier. When it is time to get
them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Terry!' An' when it's time
for dinner, I just yell 'Terry!' an' they all come runnin.'
An' if I need to stop the kid who's running into the street, I just yell
"Terry" and all of them stop. It's the smartest idea I ever had, namin'
them all Terry."
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?"
"I call them by their last names!"
Look into my eyes: one woman’s journey from coma to consciousness
Look into my eyes: one woman’s journey from coma to consciousness
After a deadly bacterial infection, Rikke Schmidt Kjærgaard woke to find herself locked in her own body, with only one way to communicate — blinking: one for no, two for yes.
May 28, 2018 at 06:38PM
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