07 February 2009

The hole story?

Borrowed from someone else’s ’blog, but this really hits my sense of humour.

A gynæcologist had become fed up with paperwork, rules & malpractice insurance, so was burned out. Hoping to try another career where skillful hands would be beneficial, he decided to become a mechanic. He went to the local technical college, signed up for evening classes, attended diligently, & learned all he could.

When the time for the practical exam approached, the gynæcologist prepared carefully for weeks & completed the exam with tremendous skill. When the results came back, he was surprised to find that he’d obtained a score of 150%.

Fearing an error, he called the instructor, saying, “I don’t want to appear ungrateful for such an outstanding result, but I wonder if there is an error in the grade.”

The instructor said, “During the exam, you took the engine apart perfectly, which was worth 50% of the total mark. You put the engine back together again perfectly, which is also worth 50% of the mark.” After a pause, the instructor added, ”I gave you an extra 50% because you did it all through the exhaust pipe, which I’ve never seen done in my entire career.”

1 comment:

sen said...

Wounded Golfer

Two women were playing golf when one teed off and watched in horror as
her ball headed directly towards four men playing the next hole.
The ball hit one of the men and he immediately clasped his hands
together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around
in agony.

The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize.
"Please allow me to help. I'm a physical therapist and I may be able
to help relieve your pain if you'd allow me," she told him."Oh, no,
I'll be fine in a few minutes," the man replied.

He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping
his hands together at his groin. At her persistence, he finally
allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away, laid them to the
side, loosened his pants and placed her hands inside on his groin.
She ad- ministered a tender massage for several long moments and
asked, "How does that feel?" He replied, "It feels pretty good, but my
thumb still hurts.


A cardiologist died and was given an elaborate funeral. A huge heart
covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service.

Following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket rolled inside.
The heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.

At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter. When all eyes
stared at him, he said, 'I'm sorry, I was just thinking of my own
funeral..... ....I'm a gynaecologist. '

The proctologist fainted