Subject: Doctor Of Philosoph
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Sat Jul 28 2001 - 10:05:27 EDT
"Careers"
"What kind of job do you do? "a lady passenger
asked the man traveling in her compartment.
"I'm a Naval Surgeon," he replied.
"Goodness!" said the lady, "How you doctors
specialize these days!"
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"Doctor Of Philosophy"
Bambi, a young blonde sidled up to a guest at
the party. She had heard him addressed as
doctor and now she said diffidently, "Doctor,
may I ask a question?"
"Certainly," he said.
"Lately," said Bambi, "I have been having a funny
pain right here under the heart..."
The guest interrupted uncomfortably and said,
"I'm terribly sorry, Bambi, but the truth is, I'm a
doctor of philosophy."
"Oh," said the blonde, "I'm sorry!" She turned
away, but then overcome with curiosity, she
turned back. "Just one more question, doctor.
Tell me, what kind of disease is philosophy?"
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