Maria gets married and has 17 children.
Then her husband dies.
She remarries two weeks later, and has 22 children by her next husband.
Then he dies.
A few weeks later, she dies.
At the funeral, the priest looks skyward.
“At least they’re finally together.”
“Excuse me, Father,” says one of her sons, “but do you mean her and her first husband, or her and her second husband?”
“I mean her legs.”
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