Paddy’s wife gave birth to triplets.

“How in God’s name did that happen?” says Paddy.

His wife replies, “Remember that night I was very dry, and we had no Vaseline, so you used 3 in 1 oil?”

“Bejaysus,” says Paddy,

“I’m f*in’ glad I didn’t use WD40!!”**

Paddy had always considered himself a bit of a genius. His friends thought of him as the kind of guy who would be the first to solve a Rubik’s Cube, finish a crossword puzzle before breakfast, and probably figure out the meaning of life by lunch. But little did he know, he was about to have an epically funny realization that would make him the talk of the town.

It all started when Paddy was chatting with his friend Seamus at the local pub. Seamus was telling Paddy about his cousin’s triplets, and how they were all turning three that day. Paddy, always one to be interested in family dynamics, was listening intently.

“I swear, Seamus,” Paddy said, “Triplets are like one big superpower. They’ve got a whole team going on. One of them can take the blame, one can escape from trouble, and the third one can act like the smart one, right?”

Seamus chuckled. “That’s right, Paddy. It’s like they have this unspoken sibling communication thing. It’s amazing how they manage.”

Paddy scratched his head. “But wait… so, if they’re triplets, does that mean they’re all born at the same time?”

Seamus stared at him, confused. “Uh, yeah, Paddy. That’s literally how triplets work. Three babies, one birth.”

Paddy froze, his face slowly turning pale. “Hold on… So you’re telling me… there’s three babies, all born at the same time, and none of them are twins?”

Seamus blinked, his laughter quickly fading into a look of genuine confusion. “Paddy… that’s what triplets are. Three babies. Not twins.”

Paddy blinked, his mind scrambling to process this new information. “Wait a second… I thought… triplets were just, like, twins… but with an extra one. Like, the third baby was just an accident or something!”

Seamus burst into laughter, shaking his head. “Paddy, how have you made it this far in life without knowing what triplets are? They’re three babies. Three!”

Paddy’s eyes widened, and he began pacing back and forth. “So, wait, let me get this straight. You’re telling me… triplets aren’t just twins with a bonus? They’re their own thing?”

Seamus clutched his stomach, tears forming from laughter. “Paddy! What do you think happens when two babies are born at the same time? Do you think they just somehow ‘double up’ and create a third by accident?”

Paddy paused, looking incredibly serious. “I always just assumed they made one big baby and then split it into three. Like a baby factory line, you know?”

Seamus nearly choked on his drink. “Paddy, no! Triplets are THREE separate babies, not a factory mishap!”

Paddy’s face turned bright red, realizing the depths of his confusion. “Oh… so there’s no secret baby cloning happening in hospitals?”

“No, Paddy! No cloning!” Seamus howled, wiping his eyes.

Paddy slumped down in his seat, holding his head in his hands. “Well, that’s it. I’m done. I thought I was smarter than this…”

Seamus grinned, still holding his belly. “Don’t worry, Paddy. We all have our moments. You just thought triplets were like… a bonus pack.”

Paddy sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

Seamus shook his head. “Nope. Not a chance.”

And from that day on, whenever anyone mentioned triplets, Paddy would grin sheepishly, and Seamus would immediately ask, “What do you think, Paddy? Do they come with a bonus gift?”

Paddy’s hilarious realization became legendary in their small town, and he had no choice but to embrace it. After all, when life gives you a mind-blowing epiphany about triplets, you just have to laugh and roll with it.