Math can be a tricky subject for kids, often feeling like a foreign language filled with numbers that don’t always make sense. For one little boy, though, math class wasn’t just about solving problems—it turned into an unexpected comedy show. Here’s how it went down:
A young boy came home from school looking glum. “Dad, I got an F in math today,” he announced. His father, surprised, asked what happened. The boy explained, “My teacher asked me, ‘What’s 3 times 2?’ and I said 6.” The dad nodded and replied, “Well, that’s right.” The boy agreed but added, “Then she asked me, ‘What’s 2 times 3?’” The father, confused, exclaimed, “What’s the difference?” The boy grinned and said, “That’s exactly what I said!”
And now for a bonus story guaranteed to make you laugh until your sides hurt. A happily married couple had one small issue—the husband’s habit of letting out loud, smelly farts every morning. It became such a routine that his wife dreaded waking up to the sound and smell. She begged him to stop, warning him that one day he might accidentally “blow his guts out.” He laughed it off, saying it was natural and nothing to worry about.
Years passed, and the farts continued. One Christmas morning, as the wife prepared the turkey, a mischievous idea struck her. Grabbing the bowl of turkey innards, she quietly crept upstairs while her husband slept. Gently pulling back the waistband of his underwear, she dumped the contents inside. Not long after, she heard him wake up with his usual trumpet-like blast, followed by a scream and frantic footsteps toward the bathroom.
The wife collapsed in laughter, tears streaming down her face. Finally, she’d gotten her revenge! About twenty minutes later, her husband emerged wearing blood-stained underwear, looking pale. “Honey,” he said solemnly, “you were right all these years. I didn’t listen when you warned me I’d fart my guts out—but today it finally happened. Thankfully, with some Vaseline and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in…”
