So....
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My dad fought Germans on the beaches of Normandy.
This was last summer and it was very embarrassing.
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The doctor told me my prostate was good.
I was deeply touched.
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My dentist has lots of pictures of teeth and gums in her office.
Luckily my urologist hasn’t really decorated his.
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I told my wife I wanted to be cremated.
She made an appointment for Tuesday.
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I went to an antique auction today.
Four people bid on me.
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Probably only @bachophile will get this...
There were many doctors flying on a plane to attend a medical convention.
Two anesthesiologists were sitting in the rear of the plane when the flight attendant came on the intercom: “We need some help up here in first class. Please, would an anesthesiologist come up?”
The two docs looked at each other, and then decided the one on the aisle should see about the emergency.
He returned to his seat a few minutes later. His friend asked him what was going on.
The doctor said, “Oh, a surgeon in first class just needed me to adjust his seat.”
My version is “adjusting his light” same idea. But general surgeons don’t sit when they operate.
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What did Sir Lancelot say when he first saw Guinevere?
“I’d smite that.”
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The Presidential election of 2024 was too close to call. Neither Donald Trump nor Harris had enough votes to win. There was much talk about ballot recounting, court challenges, etc., but it was decided that there should be an ice fishing contest between the two candidates to determine the winner. A week-long ice fishing competition seemed to be a sportsmanlike way to settle things, and the candidate that caught the most fish at the end of the week would win the election.
After much back-and-forth discussion, it was decided that the contest would take place on a remote frozen lake in northern Wisconsin. There were to be no observers present, and both politicians were to be sent out separately on this isolated lake and return at 5 P.M. with their catch for the day to be counted and verified by a team of neutral parties.
At the end of the first day, Trump returned to the starting line, and he had 10 fish. Soon, Harris returned and had no fish. Well, everyone assumed she was just having a bad day or something and hopefully, she would catch up the next day.
At the end of the 2nd day Trump came in with 20 fish and Harris came in again with none.
That evening, the Democrats got together secretly and said to Harris, we think Trump is a low-life, cheatin' son-of-a-gun. Tomorrow, don't even bother fishing. Just spy on him and see just how he is cheating.
The next night (after Trump returns with 50 fish), the Democrats got together for the report of how the Republicans were cheating.
Harris shook her head and said, "You are not going to believe this, he's cutting holes in the ice.”
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I love the way Earth rotates.
It totally makes my day.
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I got invited to a party and was told to ‘dress to kill’
Apparently a Keffiyeh, beard, and a backpack wasn’t what they had in mind.
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Miss Matilda, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for sweetness and kindness to all.
One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea.
As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water. In the water floated, of all things, a condom!
When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist. "Miss Beatrice", he said, "I wonder if you would tell me about this?" pointing to the bowl.
"Oh, yes" she replied, "isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter!"The pastor fainted.
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So I just rolled a joint.
You’re probably jealous, but don’t be.
It was my ankle.
