Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Category: Women's Lib

LIFE GOES ON
During the last census, a census-taker arrived at a Bronx apartment and started entering the relevant data on the forms.
“What is your occupation?” - he asked the lady of the household.
“I am a housewife.”
“And what does your husband do for a living?”
“My husband died 17 years ago,” - answered the woman.
The man looked at the half-a-dozen small kids raising hell in the various parts of the apartment.
“And to whom these children belong to?”
“They are mine,” - came the prompt answer.
“How is that possible?”
“It is my husband who passed away, not me!”

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