A Doctor gets taken short up in the middle of the night
A Doctor gets taken short up in the middle of the night and finds his toilet is completely blocked.
He says to his wife, “I’m going to have to call a plumber.”
The wife replies, “You can’t call a plumber out at three in the morning!”
He says, “Of course I can! I have to go out on night-time calls if a patient needs me.”
Anyway, he rings a plumber, who complains bitterly about having to come out in the middle of the night.
The Doctor says the same thing, “I have to come out on late-night calls to see patients, why shouldn’t you?”
At about 3.30AM the plumber arrives, very bleary-eyed, and the Doctor shows him to the blocked toilet.
The plumber drops two tablets down the pan and says to the Doctor, “If there’s no change, call me in the morning!”
Just after I got married, I was invited out for a night with “the boys.”
I told my wife that I would be home by midnight … promise! Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy. At around 2:30 am, drunk as a skunk, I went home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock started, and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly I realized she’d probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself, having the quick wittedness – even when smashed – to escape a possible conflict.
Next morning my wife asked me what time I got in and I told her 12 o’clock. She didn’t seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one!
She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked her why she said, “Well, it cuckooed 3 times, said ‘dang it,’ cuckooed another 4 times, farted, cuckooed another 3 times, cleared its throat, and cuckooed twice and giggled.”
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