Doctoring in Dublin
Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 8:14 pm
A doctor in Dublin wanted to get off work and go fishing, so he approached
his assistant.
'Murphy, I am going fishing tomorrow and I don't want to close the clinic.
So I want you to take care of the clinic and take care of all me
patients'.
'Yes, sir!' answers Murphy.
The doctor goes fishing and returns the following day and asks:
'So, Murphy, how was your day?'
Murphy told him that he took care of three patients. 'The first one
had a headache so he did, so I gave him paracetamol.'
'Bravo Murphy lad, and the second one?' asks the doctor.
'The second one had indigestion and I gave him Gaviscon, so I did sir'
says Murphy.
'Bravo, bravo! You're good at this and what about the third one?'
asks the doctor.
'Sir, I was sitting here and suddenly the door flies open and a young gorgeous
woman borsts in so she does. Like a bolt outta the blue, she tears off
her clothes, taking off everyting including her bra and her panties and
lies down on the table, spreading her legs and shouts: 'HELP ME for the
love of St Patrick! For five years I have not seen any man!''
Tunderin' lard Jesus Murphy, what did you do?' asks the doctor.
'I put drops in her eyes, so I did.'
his assistant.
'Murphy, I am going fishing tomorrow and I don't want to close the clinic.
So I want you to take care of the clinic and take care of all me
patients'.
'Yes, sir!' answers Murphy.
The doctor goes fishing and returns the following day and asks:
'So, Murphy, how was your day?'
Murphy told him that he took care of three patients. 'The first one
had a headache so he did, so I gave him paracetamol.'
'Bravo Murphy lad, and the second one?' asks the doctor.
'The second one had indigestion and I gave him Gaviscon, so I did sir'
says Murphy.
'Bravo, bravo! You're good at this and what about the third one?'
asks the doctor.
'Sir, I was sitting here and suddenly the door flies open and a young gorgeous
woman borsts in so she does. Like a bolt outta the blue, she tears off
her clothes, taking off everyting including her bra and her panties and
lies down on the table, spreading her legs and shouts: 'HELP ME for the
love of St Patrick! For five years I have not seen any man!''
Tunderin' lard Jesus Murphy, what did you do?' asks the doctor.
'I put drops in her eyes, so I did.'