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A salesman came to house in a poor neighborhood and a harried woman answered the door surrounded by her four grubby children.
"Aren't they sweet, what are their names?" he asked, trying to get on her good side.
She replied, "That's Eeeny, Meeeny, Meinie, and .."
"Don't tell me, let me guess," he chuckled, "This little guy is Mo."
She looked at him with scorn. "No. That's a girl, her name is Sharon. We didn't want any Mo children."
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