For many kids, math is like navigating a maze of numbers that rarely makes sense. But occasionally, those confusing lessons take a funny turn. Like this story:
After coming home from school, a little boy told his dad, “I got an F in math today.” Concerned, the father asked what went wrong. The boy replied, “My teacher asked me, ‘What’s 3 times 2?’ and I said 6.” The dad nodded approvingly, “That’s right.” The boy added, “Then she asked me, ‘What’s 2 times 3?’” The father, exasperated, blurted, “What’s the difference?” The boy smirked and said, “That’s what I said!”
Here’s another story sure to tickle your funny bone. A couple lived happily together, save for one annoying habit—the husband’s daily morning farts. They were so loud and stinky that they made his wife gag and beg him to stop. She joked that one day he’d “fart his guts out,” but he brushed it off as impossible.
One Christmas morning, as she prepared the turkey, she decided to teach him a lesson. Quietly sneaking upstairs, she emptied the turkey’s guts into his underwear while he slept. Soon enough, she heard a deafening fart, followed by a scream and hurried footsteps. Laughing uncontrollably, she felt victorious—until he returned twenty minutes later, pale and wearing bloody underwear. “Honey,” he confessed, “you were right. I ignored your warnings, and today I farted my guts out. Thankfully, with some Vaseline and determination, I got most of them back in…”
