Category: Funnies

  • Help – I Have A Paraprosdokian!

    A paraprosdokian is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect.

    Here is a ‘Baker’s Dozen’ of these little turns-of-phrase for your enjoyment:

    • I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn’t work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.
    • Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
    • I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.
    • Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
    • The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it’s still on the list.
    • Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
    • If I agreed with you, we’d both be wrong. We never really grow up; we only learn how to act in public.
    • War does not determine who is right — only who is left.
    • Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
    • The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
    • Evening news is where they begin with ‘Good evening,’ and then proceed to tell you why it isn’t.
    • To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
    • A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. My desk is a work station.
  • A Prayer For 2011

    From one of our patients…

     

    Dear God:

     

    My prayer for 2011 is for a

    fat bank account and a thin body.

     

    Please don’t mix these up

    like you did last year.

     

    AMEN!!!

  • Dr. Myatt Said This Funny Was Too Racy…

    Dr. Myatt Said This Funny Was Too Racy…

     

    You decide

     

    By Nurse Mark

     

    This story was sent to us by a friend recently – Dr. Myatt and I thought it was both cute and funny so I said “Let’s put it in the next HealthBeat!” Dr. Myatt disagreed, saying that some of our readers might be offended. I said “we’ll put it in and see how many nasty letters we get – surely our readers are big boys and girls and can handle a little risque humor…” Dr. Myatt said, reluctantly, “OK, but you do the apologizing if it offends anyone!”

    Well, here it is – and I’ll apologize in advance if this offends anyone’s sensibilities.

     

    A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other of their sex life after death.

    Their biggest fear was that there was no after-life at all.

    After a long and happy life together, the husband was the first to die.

    True to his word, he made the first contact: “Judy… Judy….”

    “Is that you, George?”

    “Yes, I’ve come back like we agreed.”

    “That’s wonderful! What’s it like?”

    “Well, I get up in the morning, and I have sex. I have breakfast and then it’s off to the golf course. I  have sex again, bathe in the warm sun and then have sex a couple of more times. Then I have lunch (you’d be proud Judy – lots of greens). Another romp around the golf course, then I pretty much have sex the rest of the afternoon. After supper, it’s back to golf course again. Then it’s more sex until late at night. I catch some much-needed sleep and then the next day it starts all over again”

    “Oh, George…are you in Heaven?”

    “No………..I’m a rabbit in Kansas.”

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  • A Glimpse At A Senior Wedding

    The following is a cute little story, and also a sad reflection of what many seniors seem to expect and accept as a normal part of ageing. You can be sure that the couple in this story do not represent the average Wellness Club member or patient of Dr. Myatt!

    Folks, as far as we are concerned at the Wellness Club, the ages of 89 and 92 are just getting to be comfortably “mature” – with plenty of good healthy years to look forward to. There should be no need for anyone at any age to look forward to reliance upon such a cornucopia of pharmaceutical crutches and bandaids – even if medicare does pay for ’em!

    So, with that in mind, enjoy a chuckle on Jacob and Rebecca, and on Big Pharma:

    Jacob, age 92, and Rebecca, age 89, living in Miami, are all excited about their decision to get married. They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding, and on the way they pass a drugstore … Jacob suggests they go in.

    Jacob addressed the man behind the counter: Are you the owner?”

    The pharmacist answered, “Yes.”

    Jacob: “We’re about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?

    Pharmacist: “Of course, we do.”

    Jacob: “How about medicine for circulation?”

    Pharmacist: “All kinds.”

    Jacob: “Medicine for rheumatism?”

    Pharmacist: “Definitely.”

    Jacob: “How about suppositories?”

    Pharmacist: “You bet!”

    Jacob: “Medicine for memory problems, arthritis and Alzheimer’s?”

    Pharmacist: “Yes, a large variety. The works.”

    Jacob: “What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, antidotes for Parkinson’s disease?”

    Pharmacist: “Absolutely.”

    Jacob: “Everything for heartburn and indigestion?”

    Pharmacist: “We sure do.”

    Jacob: “You sell wheelchairs and walkers and canes?”

    Pharmacist: “All speeds and sizes.”

    Jacob: “Adult diapers?”

    Pharmacist: “Sure.”

    Jacob: “We’d like to use this store as our Bridal Registry..

  • Brown Cows and Engine troubles

    A pilot had engine trouble and made a forced landing in a field.

    As he walked around the plane to check out the problem, he heard a voice behind him say, “You have a clogged fuel line.”

    Looking around, the pilot saw no one, except a cow.

    Startled out of his wits, he ran across the field to the farmer’s house and pounded on the door. When the farmer appeared at the door, the out-of-breath pilot stammered to him that his cow had just talked — and had even tried to explain what was wrong with the airplane.

    The farmer drawled, “Was it a brown cow?”

    “Yes” said the pilot.

    “Did it have a white patch on its forehead?” asked the farmer.

    “Yes, yes, that’s the one.” the pilot exclaimed.

    “OK, that’s Flossie” said the farmer, “Don’t pay no attention to her. She doesn’t know nothin’ about airplanes.”