“Hey, Mum,” questioned Little Johnny. “Can you give me 20 pounds?” “Certainly not.” “If you do,” he continued. “I’ll tell you what dad said to the maid when you were at the beauty shop.”
His mother’s ears perked up, and she grabbed her purse and handed over the money. “Well? “What did he say?” ” He said, ‘Hey, Marie, make sure you wash all my socks tomorrow. “All of them are filthy.”