Phil visits his doctor after weeks of not feeling well.
“I have bad news,” says the doctor. “You don’t have long to live.”
“How long have I got?” asks a distraught Phil.
“Ten,” the doctor says sadly.
“Ten? Ten what? Months? Days?
The doctor interrupts, “Nine…”
Joe and Dave are hunting when Dave keels over. Frantic, Joe dials 911 on his cell phone and blurts, “My friend just dropped dead! What should I do?”
A soothing voice at the other end says, “Don’t worry, I can help. First let’s make sure he’s really dead.”
After a brief silence the operator hears a shot ring out. Then Joe comes back to the phone. “Okay,” he says nervously to the operator. “What do I do next?”
Conducting a study of sexual behavior, a researcher poses this question to an older Air Force pilot: “When did you last make love?”
“Nineteen fifty-nine,” he answers.
“That’s an awfully long time,” she says.
“I suppose,” says the pilot, glancing at his watch. “But it’s only twenty-one fifteen now.”
2006-07-12
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