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Kids do say the darndest things! Enjoy these laugh-at-loud responses to the queries of poor, unsuspecting teachers.

A Russian woman married an English-speaking Canadian gentleman, and they lived happily in Toronto. One day, she went to the butcher’s shop to buy chicken legs.

Here’s a collection of air travel–related humor. We can’t verify that all these anecdotes are 100% true, but we can guarantee that you’ll smile. You might even laugh aloud a time or two.

Dear Blabby and Crabby:

Dear Blabby and Crabby:

Dear Blabby and Crabby:

My husband is one of the Clueless Left-Lane Drivers of America! He’ll drive in the left lane at 3 a.m. in any metropolitan area with an eight-lane freeway and no traffic. What’s worse, he slows down to talk on his cell phone and stays in the left lane. I’ve had it with all of the irate drivers who pass and yell obscenities and give us those awful hand and finger gestures. What can I do to get him to change his driving habits? Signed: Longing to Change Lanes

Dear Blabby and Crabby:

Dear Blabby and Crabby:

Dear Blabby and Crabby:

I play golf twice a week with Frank (not his real name) in a regular foursome. Frank is in his late 60s and is in good physical and mental health. However, Frank frequently has mental lapses (maybe) when it comes to remembering how many strokes he takes on some holes. At least two or three times each round, he comes up short in his stroke count for a hole played.

Dear Blabby and Crabby:

My husband decided about a year ago to buy a small dog. He purchased a female toy poodle and paid $400, which I felt at the time was outrageous. The dog goes with him everywhere and even sits on his lap when he drives, which I think is a dumb thing to do—it’s potentially dangerous. The dog even sleeps in our bed. The dog first ruined my carpets and now is starting to ruin my marriage. What can I do? Signed: Lonely in My Own Dog House