Feb 13, 2011

For The Kids...

For The Kids...

Doctor, doctor, I keep thinking there's two of me.

One at a time, please.

 

Doctor,  doctor, I keep thinking I'm a dog.

Lie down on the couch and I'll examine you.

I can't. I'm not allowed on the furniture.

 

Doctor, doctor, I've lost my memory.

When did it happen?

When did what happen?

 

Doctor, doctor, my little boy's swallowed a bullet. What shall I do?

Well, for a start, don't point him at me.