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This is cute.

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Here's one for the late afternoon . . .

-----Original Message-----
From: Bobbie Mead 
Sent: Monday, July 24, 2000 4:49 PM
To: Ann McNeese; Claudia Carvalho; Cynthia Stuhlberg; Franki Hargrave;
Jennifer Moffit; Jo Price; Keena Edgerton; Kristine Thomsen; Melissa
Wolfe; 'tchristensen@idalaw.com'; 'tempest166@aol.com'
Subject: FW: Funnies



>
>
> An older gent had an appointment to see a urologist who shared
> an office with several other doctors.? The waiting room was
> filled with patients.
>
> He approached the receptionist desk.? The receptionist was
> a large imposing woman who looked like a wrestler.? He gave
> her his name.? In a VERY LOUD VOICE the receptionist said,
> "YES, I SEE YOUR NAME HERE...
> YOU WANT TO SEE THE DOCTOR ABOUT IMPOTENCE, RIGHT?"
>
> All of the patients in the waiting room snapped their head
> around to look at the very embarrassed man.
>
> He recovered quickly though, and in an equally loud voice
> replied, "NO, I'VE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT A SEX CHANGE OPERATION....
> AND I'D LIKE THE SAME DOCTOR THAT DID YOURS!"
>
> --------------------------------------------
>
>  One day while on patrol, a police officer pulled over a car for
> speeding. He went up to the car and asked the driver to roll down
> her
> window. The first thing he noticed, besides the nice red sports car,
> was how hot the driver was! Drop dead blonde, the works.
>
> "I've pulled you over for speeding, Ma'am.... could I see your
> drivers license...?"
>
> "...What's a license...???" replied the blonde, instantly giving
> away the fact that she was as dumb as a stump.
>
> "It's usually in your wallet..." replied the officer.
>
> After fumbling for a few minutes, the driver managed to find it.
>
> "Now may I see your registration?.." asked the cop.
>
> "Registration?..... What's that....?" asked the blonde.
>
> "It's usually in your glove compartment..." said the cop
> impatiently.
>
> After some more fumbling, she found the registration.
>
> "I'll be back in a minute..." said the cop and walked back to his
> car.
>
> The officer phoned into the dispatch to run a check on the woman's
> license and registration. After a few moments, the dispatcher came
> back:
>
> "Ummm.... is this woman driving a red sports car?"
>
> "Yes...." replied the officer.
>
> "Is she a drop dead gorgeous blonde?" asked the dispatcher.
>
> "Uh... yes" replied the cop.
>
> "Here's what you do...." said the dispatcher. "Give her the stuff
> back, and drop your pants..."
>
> "WHAT!!? I can't do that. Its.....inappropriate..." exclaimed the
> cop.
>
> "Trust me..... just do it...." said the dispatcher.
>
> So the cop goes back to the car, gives back the license and
> registration and drops his pants, just as the dispatcher said.
>
> The blonde looks down and sighs..."Ohh no... not ANOTHER
> breathalyzer..."
>
>
>
>
>
>
>


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