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Is there a doctor in the House..................

1. A man comes into the ER and yells, "My wife's going to have her baby in

the cab!" I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's

dress, and began to take off her under- wear.

Suddenly I noticed that there were several cabs ---and I was in the wrong


Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald, San Francisco

2. At the beginning of my shift I placed a stethoscope on an elderly and

slightly deaf female patient's anterior chest wall. "Big breaths," I

instructed. "Yes, they used to be," replied the patient. - Submitted by Dr.

Richard Byrnes, Seattle, WA

3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her

husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes

later, I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a

"massive internal fart." - Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg

4. During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist,

he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his

medications. "Which one?" I asked. "The patch, the Nurse told me to put on a

new one every six hours and now I'm running out of places to put it!" I had

him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see. Yes, the man

had over fifty patches on his body! Now, the instructions include removal of

the old patch before applying a new one. - Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St.

Clair, Norfolk , VA

5. While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, "How long

have you been bedridden?" After a look of complete confusion she answered,

"Why, not for about twenty years - when my husband was alive." - Submitted

by Dr. Steven Swanson-Corvallis, OR

6. I was performing rounds at the hospital one morning and while checking up

on a woman I asked, "So how's your breakfast this morning?"

"It's very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get used to

the taste" the patient replied. I then asked to see the jelly and the woman

produced a foil packet labeled "KY Jelly." -

Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf, Detroit, MI

7. A nurse was on duty in the Emergency Room when a young woman with purple

hair styled into a punk rocker Mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and

wearing strange clothing, entered. It was quickly determined that the

patient had acute appendicitis, so she was scheduled for immediate surgery.

When she was completely disrobed on the operating table, the staff noticed

that her pubic hair had been dyed green, and above it there was a tattoo

that read, "Keep off the grass."

Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon wrote a short note on the

patient's dressing, which said, "Sorry, had to mow the lawn." - Submitted by

RN no name

8. As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB, I was quite embarrassed

when performing female pelvic exams. To cover my embarrassment I had

unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon

whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst

out laughing and further embarrassing me I looked up from my work and

sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?"

She replied, "No doctor, but the song you were whistling was, 'I wish I was

in Dixie' and my name's Dixie!" - Dr. wouldn't submit his name


I went to the cemetery yesterday to lay some flowers on a relative's grave. As I was standing there I noticed 4 grave diggers walking about with a coffin... 3 hours later and they're still walking about with it...

I thought to myself, these fuckers have lost the plot!!


Ok i am back and you asked for this, and shutup ARDON

A Jelly Baby walks into a bar and starts talking to a Smartie.

After a few beers the Smartie says "Ere, a bunch of us are heading to that new club, fancy tagging along?"

The Jelly Baby says "No mate, I'm a soft centre, I always end up getting my head kicked in."

So Smartie says "Don't worry about it, I'm a bit of a hard case, I'll look after you."

Jelly Baby thinks about it for a minute and says "Fair enough, as long as you'll look after me", and off they go.

After a few more beers in the club, three Lockets walk in. As soon as he sees them, Smartie hides under the table. The Lockets take one look at Jelly Baby and start kicking him, breaking bottles over his little jelly head, lamping him with little sugary chairs, and generally having a laugh. After a while they get bored and walk out.

Jelly Baby pulls his battered Jelly Baby body over to the table and wipes up his Jelly Baby blood and turns to Smartie and says "I thought you were going to look after me." ....

"I was!" says Smartie,

"But those Lockets are f***ing menthol".




Dear Mr. Thatcher

I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years, and I

appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core™ or

Dri-Weave™ absorbency, I'd probably never go horse riding or salsa

dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in

tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary

Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how

crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and

secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher?

Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of

the month" is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal

forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my

body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call

"an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing?

As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen

quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers'

monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the bloating,

puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying

and out-of-control behavior. You surely realise it's a tough time for most

women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge

to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because

he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps.

Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that the UK is just

crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants. Which brings me to the

reason for my letter.

Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach

inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi pad, and

there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy


Are you *+*#*ing kidding me?

What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think

happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness - is possible during a

menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit


Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl,

there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack

yourself up on Nurofen and Kahlúa and lock yourself in your house just so

you don't march down to the local Tesco's armed with a hunting rifle and a

sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull

your head out, man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi

pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent,

like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? - Or are

you just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately,

there will be an £8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my

maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your

Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending

bullsh*t. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.


Wendi Aarons


Little Johnny watched his daddy's car pass by the school playground and go

into the woods. Curious, he followed the car and saw Daddy and Aunt Jane in

a passionate embrace.

Little Johnny found this so exciting that he could not contain himself as

he ran home and started to tell his mother, - Mommy, I was at the playground

and I saw Daddy's car go into the woods with Aunt Jane. I went back to look

and he was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, then he helped her take off her

shirt. Then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take his pants off, then Aunt Jane...

at this point Mommy cut him off and said, "Johnny, this is such an

interesting story, suppose you save the rest of it for suppertime. I want to

see the look on Daddy's face when you tell it tonight."

At the dinner table, Mommy asked little, Johnny to tell his story.

Johnny started his story, "I was at the playground and I saw Daddy's car go

into the woods with Aunt Jane. I went back to look and he was giving Aunt

Jane a big kiss, and then he helped her take off her shirt. Then Aunt Jane

helped Daddy take his pants off, then Aunt Jane and Daddy started doing the

same thing that Mommy and Uncle Bill used to do when Daddy was in the Army.


How To Install A Home Security System In Texas

1. Go to a second-hand store and buy a pair of men's used size 14-16

work boots.

2. Place them on your front porch, along with a copy of Guns & Ammo


3. Put a few giant dog dishes next to the boots and magazines.

4. Leave a note on your door that reads: Hey Bubba, Big Jim, Duke and Slim I went for more ammunition. Back in an hour. Don't mess with the pit bulls-- they attacked the mailman this morning and messed him up real bad. I don't think Killer took part in it but it was hard to tell from all the blood. Anyway, I locked all four of 'em in the house. Better wait outside.



After three weeks in the Garden of Eden, God came to visit Eve.

'So, how is everything going?' enquired God.

'It is all so beautiful, God,' she replied. 'The sunrises and sunsets are breathtaking, the smells, the sights, everything is wonderful, but I have just one problem. It is these breasts you have given me. The middle one pushes the other two out and I am constantly knocking them with my arms, catching them on branches and snagging them on bushes. They are a real pain,' reported Eve.

And Eve went on to tell God that since many other parts of her body came in pairs, such as her limbs, eyes, ears, etc.......she felt that having only two breasts might leave her body more 'symmetrically balanced,' as she put it.

'That is a fair point,' replied God, ' But it was my first shot at this, you know. I gave the animals six breasts, so I figured that you needed only half of those, but I see that you are right. I will fix it up right away.' And God reached down, removed the middle breast and tossed it into the bushes.

Three weeks passed and God once again visited Eve in the Garden of Eden.

'Well, Eve, how is my favourite creation?'

'Just fantastic,' she replied, ' But for one oversight on your part. You see, all the animals are paired off. The ewe has a ram and the cow has her bull. All the animals have a mate except me. I feel so alone.'

God thought for a moment and said, 'You know, Eve, you are right. How could I have overlooked this? You do need a mate and I will immediately create a man from a part of you. Now let's see............where did I put that useless tit?



She married and had 13 children. Her husband died. She married again and had 7 more children. Again, her husband died.

But, she remarried again, and this time had 5 more children, before her

third husband passed away. Alas, she finally died.

Standing before her coffin, the preacher prayed for her. He thanked the Lord for this very loving woman and said, "Lord, they're finally together."

One mourner leaned over and quietly asked her friend, "Do you think he means her first, second or third husband?"

The friend replied, "I think he means her legs."


A Women's Guide To Male English --

What's wrong? = What meaningless self-inflicted psychological trauma are you going through now? --

I'm hungry = I'm hungry --

I'm sleepy = I'm sleepy --

I'm tired = I'm tired --

What's wrong? = I don't see why you are making such a big deal out of this.

Yes, I like the way you cut your hair = I liked it better before --

Yes, I like the way you cut your hair = £50 and it doesn't look that much different! --

I like that one better (while shopping) = Pick any freakin' dress and let's go home!

A Man's Guide To Female English --

We need to talk = I need to complain --

Sure... go ahead = I don't want you to --

I'm not yelling! = Yes I am yelling because I think this is important --

We need = I want --

It's your decision = The correct decision should be obvious by now --

Do what you want = You'll pay for this later --

I'm not upset = Of course I'm upset, you moron! --

You're ... so manly = You need a shave and you sweat a lot --

You're certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think about? --

I'm not emotional! And I'm not overreacting! = I've got my period --

Be romantic, turn out the lights = I have flabby thighs --

I want new curtains = and carpeting, and furniture, and wallpaper..... --

I need wedding shoes = the other 40 pairs are the wrong shade of white --

Hang the picture there = NO, I mean hang it there! --

I heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep --

Do you love me? = I'm going to ask for something expensive --

How much do you love me? = I did something today you're really not going to like --

I'll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a good game on TV --

Is my bum fat? = Tell me I'm beautiful --

You have to learn to communicate = Just agree with me --

Are you listening to me!? = [Too late, you're dead.] --

Yes = No --

No = No --

Maybe = No --

I'm sorry = You'll be sorry --



On a trip to Great Britain while he was President of the United States,

Bill Clinton had a meeting with Queen Elizabeth. During that meeting he asked her, "How does one manage to run a country so smoothly?"

"That's easy," the Queen replied, "You surround yourself with intelligent ministers and advisors."

"But how can I tell whether they are intelligent or not?" asked Bill.

You ask them a riddle," she replied, and with that she pressed a button and said, "Would you please send Tony Blair in."

When Blair arrived, the Queen said, "I have a riddle for you to answer for me.

Your parents had a child and it was not your sister and it was not your brother. Who was this child?"

Blair replied, "That's easy. The child was me."

"Very good," said the Queen. "You may go now."

Sizing up his wife's chances in her presidential bid, and thinking back on that meeting, Bill Clinton spoke to Hillary. He said to her, "I have a riddle for you, and the answer is very important.

Your parents had a child and it was not your sister and it was not your brother. Who was that child?"

Hillary replied, "Yes, it is clearly very important that we determine the answer. Can I deliberate on this for awhile?"

"Yes," said Bill, "I'll give you four hours to come up with the answer."

So Hillary called a meeting of her campaign team, from top to bottom, and asked them the riddle. But, after much discussion and many suggestions, none of them had a satisfactory answer.

She was quite upset, not knowing what she would tell her husband, the former President.

As Hillary was leaving her meeting she ran into her most formable challenger to her presidential nomination, Barack Obama.

So she said, "Mr. Obama, can you answer this riddle for me?

Your parents had a child and it was not your sister and it was not your brother. Who was the child?"

"That's seems pretty easy," said Obama, "I think the child would be me."

"Oh thank you," said Hillary. "You may just have ensured my nomination for the democratic candidate for the Presidency of the United States!"

So Hillary went back to Bill and said, "I think I know the answer to your riddle. The child was Barack Obama.!"

"No, you dummy!" shouted Bill.

"The child was Tony Blair"


young cowboy walks into the town cafe. He sits at the counter and

notices an old cowboy with his arms folded, staring blankly at a full bowl of chili. After fifteen minutes of just sitting there staring at it, the young cowboy bravely asked the old cowpoke,

"If you ain't gonna eat that, mind if I do?"

The older cowboy slowly turns his head toward the young wrangler and

in his best cowboy manner says, "Nah, go ahead."

Eagerly, the young cowboy reaches over and slides the bowl over to his

place and starts spooning in it with delight.

He gets nearly down to the bottom and notices a dead mouse in the chili.

The sight was shocking and he immediately barfs up the chili into the bowl.

The old cowboy quietly says, "Yep, that's as far as I got, too."


A father asked his 10-year old son if he knew about the birds and the bees.

"I don't want to know," the child said, bursting into tears. "Promise me you won't tell me."

Confused, the father asked what was wrong.

The boy sobbed, "When I was six, I got the 'There's no Easter Bunny, speech.

At seven, I got the 'There's no Tooth Fairy, speech.

When I was eight, you hit me with the 'There's no Santa, speech.

If you're going to tell me that grown-ups don't really get laid, I'll have nothing left to live for."


Nelson: "Order the signal, Hardy."

Hardy: "Aye, aye sir."

Nelson: "Hold on, that's not what I dictated to Flags. What's the meaning of this?"

Hardy: "Sorry sir?"

Nelson (reading aloud): "' England expects every person to do his or her duty, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, religious persuasion or disability.' - What gobbledegook is this?"

Hardy: "Admiralty policy, I'm afraid, sir. We're an equal opportunities employer now. We had the devil's own job getting ' England ' past the censors, lest it be considered racist."

Nelson: "Gadzooks, Hardy. Hand me my pipe and tobacco."

Hardy: "Sorry sir. All naval vessels have now been designated smoke-free working environments."

Nelson: "In that case, break open the rum ration. Let us splice the mainbrace to steel the men before battle."

Hardy: "The rum ration has been abolished, Admiral. Its part of the Government's policy on binge drinking."

Nelson: "Good heavens, Hardy. I suppose we'd better get on with it ............. full speed ahead."

Hardy: "I think you'll find that there's a 4 knot speed limit in this stretch of water."

Nelson: "Damn it man! We are on the eve of the greatest sea battle in history. We must advance with all dispatch. Report from the crow's nest please."

Hardy: "That won't be possible, sir."

Nelson: "What?"

Hardy: "Health and Safety have closed the crow's nest, sir. No harness; and they said that rope ladders don't meet regulations. They won't let anyone up there until a proper scaffolding can be erected."

Nelson: "Then get me the ship's carpenter without delay, Hardy."

Hardy: "He's busy knocking up a wheelchair access to the foredeck Admiral."

Nelson: "Wheelchair access? I've never heard anything so absurd."

Hardy: "Health and safety again, sir. We have to provide a barrier-free environment for the differently abled."

Nelson: "Differently abled? I've only one arm and one eye and I refuse even to hear mention of the word. I didn't rise to the rank of admiral by playing the disability card."

Hardy: "Actually, sir, you did. The Royal Navy is under represented in the areas of visual impairment and limb deficiency."

Nelson: "Whatever next? Give me full sail. The salt spray beckons."

Hardy: "A couple of problems there too, sir. Health and safety won't let the crew up the rigging without hard hats. And they don't want anyone breathing in too much salt - haven't you seen the adverts?"

Nelson: "I've never heard such infamy. Break out the cannon and tell the men to stand by to engage the enemy."

Hardy: "The men are a bit worried about shooting at anyone, Admiral."

Nelson: "What? This is mutiny!"

Hardy: "It's not that, sir. It's just that they're afraid of being charged with murder if they actually kill anyone. There's a couple of legal-aid lawyers on board, watching everyone like hawks."

Nelson: "Then how are we to sink the Frenchies and the Spanish?"

Hardy: "Actually, sir, we're not."

Nelson: "We're not?"

Hardy: "No, sir. The French and the Spanish are our European partners now. According to the Common Fisheries Policy, we shouldn't even be in this stretch of water. We could get hit with a claim for compensation."

Nelson: "But you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil."

Hardy: "I wouldn't let the ship's diversity co-ordinator hear you saying that sir. You'll be up on disciplinary report."

Nelson: "You must consider every man an enemy, who speaks ill of your King."

Hardy: "Not any more, sir. We must be inclusive in this multicultural age. Now put on your Kevlar vest; it's the rules. It could save your life"

Nelson: "Don't tell me - health and safety. Whatever happened to rum, sodomy and the lash?"

Hardy: As I explained, sir, rum is off the menu! And there's a ban on corporal punishment."

Nelson: "What about sodomy?"

Hardy: "I believe that is now legal, sir."

Nelson: "In that case............................... kiss me, Hardy."


Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night celebrating St Patrick's Day. Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore tonight Paddy. Paddy replies, "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then." Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face. "Shoite" he says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off. He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face, "Shoite, Shoite!". He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine.

He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk and falls flat on his face. "Bi'Jesus I'm fockin' focked," he says. He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door, hauls himself up the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says "No fockin' way". He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says "I can make it to the bed." He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face. He says "Fock it" and falls into bed.

The next morning, his wife, Jess, comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to drink last night?".

Paddy says, "I did Jess. I was fockin' pissed. But how'd you know?"

"Mick phoned, You left your wheelchair at the pub."


Dave came home from the pub late one Friday evening stinking drunk, as he often did, and crept into bed beside his wife who was already asleep. He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep.

When he awoke he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white Robe.

"Who the hell are you?" demanded Dave, "and what are you doing in my bedroom?"

The mysterious man answered "This isn't your bedroom and I'm St Peter."

Dave was stunned "You mean I'm dead!?!! That can't be, I have so much to live for, I haven't said goodbye to my family. . . you've got to send me back straight away."

St Peter replied "Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch. We can only send you back as a dog or a hen."

Dave was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light later he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground.

"This ain't so bad" he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him.

The farmyard rooster strolled over and said "So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?"

"It's not so bad" replies Dave, "but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode."

"You're ovulating" explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've never laid an egg before?"

"Never!" replies Dave.

"Well just relax and let it happen"

So he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that ever happened to him . . . Ever!!!

The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife shouting...

"Dave, wake up you drunken c*nt, you've sh*t the bed.


George Bush met The Queen, and he turns round and says: "As I'm the President, I'm thinking of changing how the country is referred to, and I'm thinking that it should be a Kingdom."

The Queen replies "I'm sorry Mr. Bush, but to be a Kingdom, you have to have a King in charge - and you're not a King."

George Bush thought a while and then said: "How about a Principality then?"

To which the Queen replied "Again, to be a Principality you have to be a Prince - and you're not a Prince, Mr. Bush".

Bush thought long and hard and came up with "How about an Empire then?"

The Queen, getting a little annoyed by now, replies "Sorry again, Mr. Bush, but to be an Empire you must have an Emperor in charge - and you are not an Emperor."

Before George Bush could utter another word, the Queen said: "I think you're doing quite nicely as a Country."


Two honeymooning ducks are staying in a hotel,

As they are about to make love,The male duck says,

We dont have any condoms,I'll call room service,

So he call's and ask for some,The recepionist says,

Would you like me to put them on your bill?

No he say's i'll fecking suffocate!!


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