Two doctors, Dean and Gable, are treating a man with lung disease.
They’re explaining how his sm.o.king w*d has led to his condition worsening.
“But it’s just herbal!” the patient protested. “How can it be bad?” Dr. Jenkins sighed.
“Nature isn’t all innocent. Apricot stones contain lethal amounts of cyanide. There is a certain plant in my back garden – if you sit under it for just 5 minutes, you will die. Just because it’s natural doesn’t mean it’s safe for you!”
The man seemed to accept that, and promised to stop his smoking.
After he left, the doctors went to lunch. As they were sitting down to eat, Dr. Smith asked, “Oh by the way, what IS that plant that kills you if you sit under it?”
“A water lily.”
A new miracle doctor was in town.
He could cure anything and anybody, and everyone was amazed with what he can do except for Bhola, the town’s grouch.
So Bhola went to this ‘Miracle Doctor’ to prove that he wasn’t so miraculous.
He goes and tells the doctor, “Hey, doc, I have lost my sense of taste. I can’t taste nothing, so what are you going to do?”
The doctor scratches his head and mumbles to himself a little, then tell Bhola, “What you need is jar number 43.”
“Jar number 43?”, Bhola wonders.
So the doctor leaves and after five minutes brings a jar and tells Bhola to taste it.
He tastes it and immediately spits it out, “This is Shit!” he yells.
“I just restored your sense of taste Bhola,” says the doctor.
So Bhola goes home very mad.
One month later, Bhola goes back to the doctor along with a new problem, “Doc,” he starts, “I can’t remember!”
Thinking he got the doctor, the doctor scratches his head and mumbles to himself a little. Then tells Bhola, “What you need is jar number 43…”
Before the doctor finished his sentence, Bhola fled the office.
Once a doctor dies.
He was a heart specialist.
At the funeral, his family members and friends make a special coffin on which there is a heart.
A man laughs.
Another man asks him why he laughed.
He says, “I am a gyno I wonder what they will do on my funeral.”
