We all know math can sometimes feel like an alien language—especially for young kids staring at numbers that just refuse to make sense. But for one little boy, the struggle wasn’t just confusing…it was downright hilarious.
When a young child gets home from school, he tells his dad:
“Today, I got an F in math.”
His father asks, “What happened?”
The boy explains, “My teacher asked me, ‘What’s 3 times 2?’ and I said 6.”
“Well, that’s right,” the dad says.
“I know!” the boy replies. “But then she asked me, ‘What’s 2 times 3?’”
The dad throws up his hands and says, “What’s the difference?!”
“That’s what I said!” the boy replies triumphantly.
Story 2: The Christmas Morning Fart Prank
Now here’s one you almost have to laugh at—because it’s too ridiculous not to.
This is the story of a happily married couple whose biggest problem wasn’t money, chores, or in-laws…it was the husband’s extremely loud morning farts.
Every single day, he would let loose blasts so powerful they woke his wife from a dead sleep. She begged him to stop. He said it was “natural.” She warned him that one day he was going to fart his guts out.
He laughed it off for years.
Then one Christmas morning, while the husband was still asleep upstairs, the wife was preparing the turkey. She looked at the bowl of spare turkey parts—the gizzard, liver, neck—and an evil idea came to her.
Quietly, she crept upstairs, gently pulled back the waistband of his underwear, and slipped the entire bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.
A few minutes later, she heard his usual thunderous morning blast…
followed by a blood-curdling scream.
He sprinted to the bathroom in absolute horror.
The wife collapsed onto the floor, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. She thought she had finally gotten the ultimate revenge.
Twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs, pale, trembling, and wearing stained underwear.
“Honey…you were right,” he whispered. “You told me this would happen one day.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, barely containing her laughter.
“You always said I would eventually fart my guts out—and today…I did. But don’t worry…I think I got most of them back in…with two fingers and a little Vaseline.”