Families On Welfare

There are a lot of local families on welfare, and the welfare office is busy as usual when a woman walks in, followed closely behind by 15 kids.

“Wow, ” the social worker exclaims, “are these all yours?”

“Yep, they are all mine”, the flustered mother sighs, having heard that question at least a thousand times before.

She looks at her kids and says, “Sit down Leroy”.

All the children quickly rush to find seats.

“Well, ” says the social worker, “That sure is a large family. You must be here to sign up to claim benefits.  So, first things first, I will need to take the names of all of your children”.

“This one’s my oldest, his name is Leroy” the woman says, “and this one is Leroy also”, she says, pointing at the next oldest.

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!

“All right, ” says the caseworker. “I’m seeing a pattern here.  Are they all named Leroy?”

Their Mamma replied, “Well, yes. It makes things a lot easier. When it is time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, ‘Leroy!’ And when it’s time for dinner, I just yell ‘Leroy!’ and they all comes a running. And 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.”

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.”

Sadly for taxpayers like me, there ARE people like that, wish a flock of kids, all with different fathers, ALL living off benefits.  The next generation is going to be even worse.

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