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(J) Doctor's Office

A man arrives at a doctor's surgery complaining of serious back pain. The doctor helps him lie down on the examining table him and asks, "How did this happen?"

"Well," the man says, "I work for a local night club. This morning I got back to my apartment earlier than usual, but as soon as I opened the door I heard a noise in my bedroom.

I ran in. The balcony door was open. I just knew someone had been with my wife. I rushed out the balcony door but there was no one there. Then I looked down and saw a half-naked man running out dressing himself. I grabbed the mini-fridge in the bedroom and threw it at him. That's how I strained my back."

The doctor sympathised, gave him a prescription and sent him off.

A second patient arrived, looking as if he'd been in a car wreck. "Goodness!" the doctor said. "My previous patient looked bad, but you look terrible. What the hell happened to you?"

He replied, "I've been out of a job for the last six months, doc. I just got a new job yesterday and today was my first day. I forgot to set my alarm. I didn't want to be late, so I was running out of the building, getting dressed at the same time, and believe it or not - a fridge fell on me!"

"Ah," said the doctor. "That explains it." He gave the unfortunate man a prescription and sent him off.

A third patient arrived. He looked shaken and bruised and had several large bumps on his head. The doctor examined them. "These are rather severe!" he said. "What the hell happened?"

"Well, I was sitting in this fridge, and someone threw it from the third floor…"
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Mamu said…
hehehe..i was waiting for the next joke...and the wait was worth it..good one
November 21, 2008 at 1:51 PM
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