A black woman was filling
out forms at the welfare office.
Under “Number of children,”
she wrote “10,” and where it said
“List names of children,” she wrote “Leroy.”
When she handed in the form, the woman behind
the desk pointed out:
“Now here where it says “List names of children,”
you’re supposed to write the names of each one of your children.” “Dey all named Leroy,” said the black woman.
“That’s very unusual.
When you call them, how do they know which one you want?”
asked the welfare worker.
“Oh, den I uses the last names.”
This fellow was so deeply in
love that just before he was married,
he had his bride’s name tattooed on his love muscle.
Normally, only the first and last letters were visible,
although when he was aroused, the tattoo spelled out W-E-N-D-Y. Now they’re on their honeymoon at a resort in Montego Bay.
One night, in the men’s room,
this fellow finds himself standing next to a tall Jamaican at the urinal. To his amazement, he notices that this man,
too, has the letters W-Y tattooed on his pen’s.
“Excuse me,” he says, “but I couldn’t help noticing your tattoo.
Do you have a girlfriend named Wendy?”No way, mon,
I work for the Tourist board.
Mine reads, “Welcome to Jamaica, mon, have a nice day.”
