October 2002


A lady approaches her priest and tells him, "Father, I have a problem.

I have two female talking parrots, but they only know how to say one thing."

"What do they say?" the priest inquired.

"They only know how to say, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Want to have some fun?'"

"That's terrible!" the priest exclaimed, "but I have a solution to your problem.

Bring your two female parrots over to my house and I will put them with my two male talking parrots whom I taught to pray and read the bible. My parrots will teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase and your female parrots will learn to praise and worship."

"Thank you!" the woman responded.

The next day the woman brings her female parrots to the priest's house.

His two male parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage.

The lady puts her two female parrots in with the male parrots.

Immediately, the female parrots say, "Hi, we're prostitutes, want to have some fun?"

One male parrot looks over at the other male parrot and exclaims, "Put the beads away. Our prayers have been answered!"

via eMail, Tue, 29 Oct 2002 09:21:55 -0800

A new, young M.D. doing his residency in obstetrics was quite embarrassed to perform female pelvic exams. To cover his embarrassment, he had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly during the exam.

One day, the middle-aged lady upon whom he was performing an exam suddenly burst out laughing, further embarrassing him.

He looked up from his work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry, was I tickling you?"

She replied, "No, doctor, but the song you were whistling was 'I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener'."

via eMail, Tue, 29 Oct 2002 09:15:47 -0800