Subject: Diagnosis?
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Tue Apr 10 2001 - 10:27:42 EDT
"Contagious?"
One day a co-worker told my friend, Stan, that she was
going home early because she didn't feel well. Since
Stan was just getting over something himself, he
wished her well and said he hoped it wasn't something
he had given her.
A fellow worker piped up, "I sure hope not. She has
morning sickness."
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"Diagnosis?"
"Doctor!" said the woman as she loudly bounced
into the room, "I want you to tell me very frankly
what's wrong with me."
He surveyed her from head to foot. "Madam,"
he said at length, "I've just three things to tell
you."
"First, you need to lose at least twenty pounds.
Second, you should use about one tenth as
much rouge and lipstick. And third, I'm an artist -
the doctor's office is on the next floor."
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