Redneck Mama & Welfare
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>A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids...
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>  "WOW," the social worker exclaims,"are they ALL YOURS???"
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>"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.
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>"Well," says the social worker, "then you must be here to sign up.  I'll
>need all your children's names."
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>"This one's my oldest - he is Leroy."
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>"OK, and who's next?"
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>"Well, this one he is Leroy, also."
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>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!
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>"All right," says the caseworker.  "I'm seeing a pattern here.  Are they
>ALL named Leroy?"
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>Their Momma replied, "Well, yes-it makes it easier.  When it is time to
>get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Leroy!'
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>An' when it's time for dinner, I just yell 'Leroy!' an' they all comes
>arunnin.'  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."
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>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?"
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>"I call them by their last names."
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