Wonderful K has a torrent of energy wilder than my own. So much so I frequently wonder whether he still realises I am there as he gets carried away with excitement and I blur into simply being the audience. We often meet for coffee at work to share our writing endeavours, for him to tell me to get on and write a book (he hates my blog), and for him to be inspired by my exploits - he's even penned a chick lit idea now.
He told this great story last week. He couldn't remember the Dr but the Dr came by the next day to tell K he was the most cheerful soul he had ever met. Before going under in a lovely throat slitting operation, Kamal asked whether they'd like a clean joke or a dirty joke. They said clean so he proceeded to tell them the 3 parachutes left on the plane joke but fell asleep in the middle. Then he woke up and started to tell the joke again from scratch. He told the joke 5 times before the anaesthetic actually got him and he was smiling the whole time. I think I shall take a leaf out of his book but need some good short jokes. In fact that should definitely be one's main concern when being wheeled into the operating theatre - getting the joke off to a tee.
Let me think of some good ones for the occasion and not too long (I'd welcome more)...
A man goes in to see his GP with a steering wheel stuck in the fly of his trousers.
Dr: What's wrong with this?
Man: It's driving me nuts
A man walks into a dentist and says: Please help me, I think I'm a moth.
Dentist: I'm sorry but I think you meant to go to the psychiatrist next door
Man: But you had the light on
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