Math often feels like a foreign language, especially for kids working through numbers and equations. It’s like stepping into a world where everything seems familiar yet doesn’t quite fit. But for our young protagonist, he’s not just wrestling with multiplication; he’s uncovering the funny side of math class…
Here it goes:
A young boy comes home from school looking a bit down and says, “Dad, I got an F in math today.”
Surprised, his dad asks, “What happened?”
The boy explains, “Well, the teacher asked me, ‘What’s 3 times 2?’ and I answered, ‘6.’”
His dad nods, “And that’s right.”
“Exactly!” the boy continues, “Then she asked, ‘What’s 2 times 3?’”
His dad, now puzzled, blurts, “What the f*** is the difference?”
The boy shrugs and says, “That’s what I said, too!”
And here’s a bonus story:
This is the story of a couple happily married for years, with only one recurring issue: the husband’s loud, morning gas. Every dawn, his thunderous farts jolted his wife awake, leaving her gasping for fresh air and with watery eyes. She’d beg him to stop, saying his routine was making her sick, but he’d insist he couldn’t control it and that it was natural. Concerned, she warned him that one day he might just blow his guts out.
Years passed, and nothing changed. Then, on Christmas morning, as she prepared the turkey, she looked at the pile of innards—neck, liver, gizzard—and had a wicked idea. She scooped them into a bowl, crept upstairs where her husband lay snoring, and quietly slipped the turkey guts into his underwear. A little later, she heard his usual morning blast, followed by a horrified scream and the sound of him bolting to the bathroom.
She could barely contain her laughter, rolling on the floor with tears streaming down her face, feeling she’d finally gotten her revenge.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs, pale and shaken, his underwear blood-stained. With a serious look, he told her, “You were right all along… you kept warning me this day would come, and today, it finally happened.”
Feigning concern, she asked, “What do you mean?”
He replied, “I woke up and realized I’d finally farted my guts out. But, thank God, with a little Vaseline and some careful work, I think I managed to get most of them back in…”