WHERE IS HIS MOMMY?
One of those high-powered, take- charge corporation executives was checking into the hospital. Barking orders lift and right, he had his own way until he reached the desk of a small, mild-mannered lady. She typed the man’s name on a slip of paper, stuck the paper into the man’s wrist before he could react. “What’s this for?” demanded Mr. Big. “That,” replied the woman, “is so we won’t give you to the wrong mother when you’re ready to leave.”
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