Little Johnny comes home from school and tells his father he got an F in arithmetic. When his father asks why, Johnny explains, “The teacher asked, ‘How much is 2×3?’ and I said, ‘6.’” The father replies, “But that’s right.” Johnny continues, “Then she asked me, ‘How much is 3×2?’” Confused, the father asks, “What’s the f***ing difference?” Johnny responds, “That’s exactly what I said!”
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