I was found at the bottom of a rocket silo with broken legs, arms, ribs, and severe lacerations. When the emergency services asked me what had happened, I said, “I don’t know. The last thing I remember was that I was holidaying on Tracy Island, and I was just diving into the pool.”
When she wakes up a few weeks later, the doctor greets her with some news. “Congratulations! You had twins; a boy and a girl. Since you were in a coma, we gave your brother the liberty of naming your children.”
“What did he name them?” she worriedly asked, “he isn’t very bright!”
“Your daughter is Denise,” replied the doctor. Slightly relieved she says, “That’s not so bad! And the boy?” “Denephew.”