A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young Mothers and their small children.’You all have obsessions,’ he observed.

To the first mother, Mary, he said, ‘You are obsessed with eating. You’ve even named your daughter Candy.’

He turned to the second Mom, Ann: ‘Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child’s name, Penny.’

He turned to the third Mom, Joyce: ‘Your obsession is alcohol. This too shows itself in your child’s name, Brandy.’

At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy, quietly got up, took her little boy by the hand and whispered, ‘Come on, Dick, we’re leaving. Your brothers Peter and Willy are waiting for us.”

When you look like this, its kind of hard to imagine why you’d need an ID at all. Even if you took off your sheet, nobody could prove it isn’t you. Lesson to all underage drinkers, a fake ID like this is sure to work, though you will also have to dress like Fatima here.