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We all know that math can sometimes feel like a foreign language, especially for kids trying to make sense of numbers and equations.
It’s as if they’re in a world where everything looks familiar but somehow doesn’t quite connect. But for our young hero, it seems he’s found not only a challenge in multiplication but also the humor in math class…
Here’s the story:
A little boy comes home from school and says to his dad,
“Today, I got an F in math.”
The dad asks, “Why? What happened?”
The boy explains, “My teacher asked me, ‘What’s 3 times 2,’ and I said 6.”
The dad says, “Well, that’s correct.”
The boy replies, “I thought so too. But then she asked, ‘What’s 2 times 3.’”
The dad says, “What’s the difference?”
The boy says, “That’s exactly what I said!”
BONUS STORY: Do You Fart in Bed?
If this story doesn’t make you laugh until you cry, let me know, and I’ll keep you in my thoughts! This one’s about a married couple who were very happy together, except for one thing—the husband’s habit of loudly passing gas every morning. The noise woke his wife, and the smell made her eyes water.
Every morning she begged him to stop because it was making her feel ill. He insisted he couldn’t help it and that it was totally natural. She urged him to see a doctor, fearing one day he might “blow his guts out.”
Years passed, and he kept up his routine. Then one Christmas morning, as she was preparing the turkey, she eyed the spare parts—the neck, gizzard, and liver—and had a wicked idea. She took the bowl upstairs, where her husband was fast asleep, gently lifted the covers, pulled back the waistband of his underwear, and emptied the turkey parts inside. A little while later, she heard him wake up with his usual loud “trumpet”—followed by a horrified scream and frantic footsteps running to the bathroom.
She could barely contain her laughter, tears streaming down her face. After years of “suffering,” she felt she’d finally gotten her revenge. About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs, looking horrified, in his blood-stained underwear.
She bit her lip and asked what was wrong.
He said, “Honey, you were right. All these years, you warned me, and I didn’t listen.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, you always said one day I’d fart my guts out, and today it finally happened! But, thank goodness, with some Vaseline and two fingers, I managed to get most of them back in…”