Golfing With Doc... I was playing golf with my doctor friend one day. He ALWAYS hit his drives right down the middle of the fairway. My problem was that I ALWAYS hooked my ball completely off the fairway. I asked him for help and he offered to give me a physical to see if he could determine the problem. Sure enough, he said that I had three times the "normal length" of the average male, which caused an anomaly in my swing that caused me to hook. I asked him to help me, and he agreed to do surgery -- provided that I didn't play golf for four weeks. I agreed. Golf is just that important to me. Four weeks later, new body and all, I teed off on the first hole and drove the ball 270 yards right down the middle. Feeling elated, I thanked the doctor. Then I asked him what had become of the "rest" of me. He just smiled, teed his ball, then hit it and watched it hook into a duck two fairways away.
I imagine that the next logical step in ladies' swimwear will be something akin to an "ouchless" band-aid. The future looks friendly.
What is a gas price investigation likely to uncover? That there is no such thing as nine tenths of a cent. From http://www.imao.us/
The Dentist The dentist told his patient that her X-rays showed he would have to drill her painful tooth. She grimaced and said, "Oh, no! I hate drilling! I'd rather have a baby!" "Well, make up your mind," the dentist replied. "I have to adjust the chair!"
A friend sent this photo of a horrible highway accident in Germany. The picture may be kind of hard to take for some of you. If you look closely you can see what appear to be some survivors of the accident still in the wreckage. Although the picture is quite graphic, it makes you realize how quickly our loved ones can be taken from us. My friend stayed on the scene to help and even though he performed mouth to mouth on quite a few of them, none apparently survived.