|A man is lying in bed in the hospital with an oxygen mask over his mouth. a young nurse appears to sponge his hands and feet.|
"Nurse," he mumbles from behind the mask, "are my testicles black?"
Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, "I don't know, I'm only here to wash your hands and feet."
He struggles again to ask, "Nurse, are my testicles black?"
Finally, she pulls back the covers, raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in her other hand and takes a close look, and says, "There's nothing wrong with them!"
Finally, the man pulls off his oxygen mask and replies, "That was very nice but, are... my... test... results... back???"
|Sherryl, a pert and pretty nurse took her troubles to a resident psychiatrist in the hospital where she worked.|
"Doctor, you must help me," she pleaded. "It's got so that every time I date one of the young doctors here, I end up shagging him. And then afterward, I feel guilty and depressed for a week."
"I see," nodded the psychiatrist. "And you, no doubt, want me to strengthen your will power and resolve in this matter."
"NO!!!" exclaimed the nurse. "I want you to fix it so I won't feel guilty and depressed afterward!"
|A young trainee surgeon asks his Prof, "Sir, why does not my ability evolve. I don't seem to be getting confident at the job?"|
And the Prof patiently answers, "Son, have you seen the hot nurses with adorable looks and curves?"
"Yes, my sir, I have."
"And the sunlight, getting beautifully scattered back from their oiled locks ?"
"Yes, sir, I have already witnessed it."
"And when they're dressing the patient leaning forward, you must had witnessed the two moons... raising above the horizon slowly reflecting all its enormous beauty?"
"Yes, sir, I have also observed this marvelous phenomenon."
"That is the problem Tharki. You keep watching all this Chutiyagiri instead of focusing on your surgery!"
|During an international gynecology conference, an English doctor and a French doctor were discussing unusual cases they had treated recently.|
"Only last week," the Frenchman said, "a woman came to see me with a clitoris like a melon!"
"Don't be absurd," the Brit exclaimed. "It couldn't have been that big -- she wouldn't have been able to walk if it were."
"Aah, you English, always thinking about size," replied the Frenchman. "I was talking about the flavor!"