An Irishman hobbled into a doctor's office. "I think I broke my foot."
"What happened?"
"Well, it all started twenty years ago."
"Twenty years?" the startled doctor exclaimed.
"Yep. I had just started as an apprentice to Sean O'Toole and I was sleeping in his hayloft. The first night, his young daughter climbed up into the hayloft and asked me if there was anything she could do for me.
I said, 'No, I'm comfortable. ' and she left."
"So?" asked the doctor.
"Then, the next night, she climbed up there again, but this time wearing only a nightgown.
'Now is there anything I can do for you?' she asked me and again I told her, 'Nope. I'm good.' "
"I don't understand," said the doctor.
"Then, on the third night, she climbed up there stark naked and asked me the same thing. And again, I said I was fine, and she left."
"I'm confused," said the doctor. "What does this have to do with your broken foot?"
"I'm getting' there, doc. This afternoon, when I finally realized what she meant, I got so mad I kicked a brick wall!"
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