Posted on 02/23/2018 9:45:26 AM PST by freebird5850
Colonoscopy
After experiencing the discomfort and embarrassment of a colonoscopy in Green Bay,
I decided to have my next one carried out while visiting friends in San Francisco,
where the beautiful nurses are allegedly much more gentle and accommodating.
As I lay naked on my side on the table, the gorgeous nurse began my procedure.
“Don’t worry, at this stage of the procedure it’s quite normal to get an erection,” the nurse told me.
“I haven’t got an erection,” I replied.
“No, but I have,” replied the nurse.
Lesson: Don’t get a colonoscopy in San Francisco.
Brilliant! and your username haha!
Not that kind of bone!
Nothing implied FRiend! Keep up the good work.
“The inducting devil directs him down a hallway along which are rooms full of raw sewage in which the damned are standing on their toes trying to keep out of their mouths.”
Based on this, I can only assume that Gaza is Hell.
Or San Francisco
Little Johnny jokes never fail to satisfy.
A man applies for a job with the FBI. His wife is in the waiting room. After filling out the application the interviewer places a gun on the table and instructs him to go into the waiting room and kill his wife. The man leaves the room. Two shots ring out, then crashing sounds followed by silence. The applicant returns to the interviewer and places the gun on the table and says, “Hey there were blanks in that gun so I had to strangle her”!
Any old excuse!
Not really in a mood for silliness.
The Left is using a mob of snotty teenagers to try and grab our guns. A bunch of major corporations and Rick Scott are caving to the gun-grabbers. Mueller keeps on indicting people and marching towards impeachment as if the Nunes FISA memo had never happened. Twitter and Facebook are making great strides in silencing Conservative speech on the web. The Catholic Church is urging the flock to call Congress and lobby on behalf of illegals.
Not much to be jovial about at present.
Well here’s hoping you find something that cheers you up some this weekend.
No, it wasn’t Arlene Francis. It was the group of wags at the Alqonquin Round Table in the 1920s, the bunch that included Dorothy Parker. One asked the other to use horticulture in a sentence, and that’s what followed.
One of my favorites from the same group, was when a guy walked over to his bald headed friend and ran his hand over baldy’s head. He said, “You know, your head feels just like my wife’s butt.” Baldy then ran his hand over his head and said, “By George, you’re right. It sure does.”
You are exactly right. I knew it when I read the name. Thanks!
It’s because the employer can only afford the salary of the guy on the right, even though he would love to hire the skills of the guy on the left.
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