Children

There once a wife who had fifteen kids. She loved them all but found it hard to look after them. Eventually, the stress got the best of her and she died. At her funeral, the priest said, “Now, finally, they’re back together as they should be.”

“What do you mean?” asked her husband. “The kids and I are all still alive!”

“No,” the priest replied, “I meant her legs.”

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