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Yesterday I saw a sign that said "Aesthetic Surgery", but I misread it as "Stoic Surgery", the concept of which amused me greatly:
"Mm. Er, Mr. Robbins...? You awake, Mr. Robbins?"
"Mmrr... why, yes. Why do you ask?"
"Mr Robbins, er... looks like I've accidentaly severed your arm off..."
"Which one?"
"The left one, sir".
"I see. Well, doctor, let's pay more attention in the future, shall we?"
"Er.. Yess. Yes, We will"
(one minute later)
"Oweeeeeee! *arf*... I wonder what was this excruciating pinch I just felt in the middle of my chest..."
"Mmm. That would be, that would be... my wristwatch. It just slipped and fell between your lungs".
"Oh, yes. Yes, I can feel it ticking! Well now, good doctor, take it back. You certainly don't want to lose your watch, do you?"
"No, sir. I most certainly... oops, sorry, just pierced your gums."
"Yesh, I notished . (sigh) Well, well, looksh like shomeone jusht woke up in the wrong shide of bed today, huh, shon? |
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