But in the case of our little hero, it seems that he’s not just grappling with multiplication; he’s discovering the humorous side of math class…
We all know that math can sometimes feel like a different language, especially for kids trying to navigate through numbers and equations. It’s like being thrown into a world where everything looks the same but somehow doesn’t quite add up. Here it goes:
A little boy comes home from school and tells his father, ”I got an F in math today.”
His father replies, ”What happened?”
The boy says, ”Well, my teacher asked me, ‘What’s 3 times 2,’ and I said 6.”
The father replies, ”Well, that’s correct.”
The boy says, ”I know. Then she asked me, ‘What’s 2 times 3.’”
The father then replies, ”What the fuck is the difference?”
The boy says, ”That’s what I said!”
BONUS STORY: Do You Fart in Bed?
If this story doesn’t make you cry from laughing so hard, let me know, and I’ll pray for you. This tale is about a couple happily married for years, with the only source of friction being the husband’s habit of farting loudly every morning when he woke up. The noise would jolt his wife awake, and the smell would leave her gasping for air.
Every morning she begged him to stop because it made her feel sick, but he always claimed he couldn’t help it, insisting it was perfectly natural. She even urged him to see a doctor, concerned that one day he might blow his guts out.
Years passed, and he continued his noisy routine. Then, one Christmas morning, while she was preparing the turkey and he was still fast asleep, a wicked idea crossed her mind. As she looked at the turkey’s innards, a plan formed. She took the bowl containing the neck, gizzard, liver, and spare parts, tiptoed upstairs, gently pulled back the covers, and slipped the turkey guts into his underpants.
Later, she heard her husband’s usual morning trumpeting, followed by a blood-curdling scream and frantic footsteps heading for the bathroom. The wife was in hysterics, rolling on the floor in tears of laughter. After years of suffering, she felt she had finally gotten her revenge.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs, his underpants stained with blood and horror written on his face. Barely able to contain her laughter, she asked, “What’s the matter?” He replied, “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 by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in…”
