Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Today's featured gift
Fortunately, Coolibar has a line of sun protection with people like you in mind.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Mary's desk, December 21, 2010
Mary: "Um, your appointment was at 9:00, and it's now 9:28. I'm afraid we won't be able to see you."
Mrs. Notontime: "That's ridiculous. I'm here. You have to see me."
Mary: "I'm sorry. Dr. Grumpy tries to run on time, and has already started with his 9:30. Today is packed, but I can get you in on Thursday."
Mrs. Notontime: "This is illegal. You are in violation of state law, which defines being late for an appointment as more than 30 minutes. Therefore, at 28 minutes, I'm not late."
Mary: "Ma'am there is no such state law, and you're not going to be seen."
Mrs. Notontime: "I'm reporting you to the governor!"
(leaves)
Christmas catalogs
So why should a science supply company be any different? Shouldn't they have a holiday catalog, too?
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Because if finding a skull or anatomically-correct partially-dissected torso under a tree doesn't say "Merry Christmas!", I don't know what does.*
* Depending on the location of the tree. If it's one in your front yard, that isn't good.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Modern education
Dr. Grumpy: "Oh, what do you teach?"
Mr. Phud: "Auto repair, financial planning, and photography."
Today's featured gift
We all like saving money, but it's important to have a bank.
And what could be more tasteful than one that allows you to stick it in a rectum, then farts when you do?
Makes a great gift for your proctologist!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Worst Christmas Story Ever
I think it's time to share it with you guys.
Click here.
That's why they call it a stroke
Mr. Onan: "... Then my right arm just went limp, like a dead weight. I couldn't move it at all."
Dr. Grumpy: "What were you doing when this started?"
Mr. Onan: "I was, um, you know..."
Dr. Grumpy: "No, I don't."
Mr. Onan: "Um... I was masturbating."
Dr. Grumpy: "Oh! Okay. So, when the right arm stopped working, what happened?"
Mr. Onan: "I switched to my left."
Dr. Grumpy: "WHAT?!!! When did you call 911?"
Mr. Onan: "After I finished. Look, doc, Viagra is expensive, and I didn't want it to go to waste."
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Things you won't find for Kindle
Until now.
Thanks to a remarkable website, it is now possible to get such intriguing volumes as:
A Popular History of British Seaweeds
The Armpit of Desire
Blessed are the Cheesemakers
How to make your own sex toys
Menopop- A menopause pop-up and activity book
"Wow! Where can I find such amazing titles" You ask? Click here.
Operators are standing by!
Friday, December 17, 2010
First impressions
Mr. Pile: "Hi, Doc. Pleased to meet you. Hey, sorry about what I did to your lobby bathroom. It was like, a major league crap. You know what I mean?"
Today's featured gift
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Yes, now fashionable neckware for both sexes comes in an assortment of unpleasant pathogens, including plague, dust mites, and mad cow disease! Also available in not just 1, but 2 types of breast cancer!
Operators are standing by!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Dear Local Nutritionist,
I must say they've had some of the desired effect. The box's picture of an adult male wearing candy-cane-striped 1980's exercise short-shorts has made us all lose our appetites.
Wednesday afternoon rounds
Dr. Testosterone: "You paged me?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Yeah, I saw Mr. Trauma, who you consulted me on, and I'm just trying to get an idea of why you called me."
Dr. Testosterone: "Which patient was this?"
Dr. Grumpy: "He was riding his bike and was hit by a drunk driver, and suffered multiple fractures."
Dr.Testosterone: "Oh, yeah. I want your input as to why he fell off the bike. Did he have a seizure, or balance problem, or something like that?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Uhh... Your dictation says he fell off because he was hit by a car!"
Dr. Testosterone: "So? My dictation doesn't mean anything."
Dr. Grumpy: "Yeah, I saw Mr. Trauma, who you consulted me on, and I'm just trying to get an idea of why you called me."
Dr. Testosterone: "Which patient was this?"
Dr. Grumpy: "He was riding his bike and was hit by a drunk driver, and suffered multiple fractures."
Dr.Testosterone: "Oh, yeah. I want your input as to why he fell off the bike. Did he have a seizure, or balance problem, or something like that?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Uhh... Your dictation says he fell off because he was hit by a car!"
Dr. Testosterone: "So? My dictation doesn't mean anything."
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