A doctor is nearing the end of his shift,
He must have walked more than a kilometre.
Gets to his last patient, and pulls out an anal thermometer..
The patient looks distressed and says: it that essential?
Doctor says: I can't believe it-
Some arsehole has my pencil!
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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😂Could well happen to an overworked Registrar.
It would leave him wondering
Doh! Heehee.
I hope that that asshole is not a poet or he will be writing internal rhymes. Good one made me smile
I would not be suprised if this has happened, very entertaining read
I must admit, it's not original, just a reworked joke.
Gave me a chuckle.
Oh this was cheeky in the best way! 😆 That punchline? Totally earned. You paced the setup just right—and I was not ready for that closer. Well delivered, my friend. That was great. 🌹👏
Great write
That punchline lands with delight: classic setup, sharp twist. "Doctor, Doctor" delivers brisk, cheeky mischief: end-of-shift fatigue meets unfortunate mix-up. Its pacing mirrors exhaustion, while the closing gag flips decorum with a grin. It’s medical slapstick with a rimshot; proof that even professionals aren't immune to absurdity.
Ha!
The days when a GP visited you, now they just phone with the remedy.
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