A couple, both 67, went to a sex therapist's office.

The doctor asked, "What can I do for you?"

The man said, "Will you watch us have sexual intercourse?"

The doctor looked puzzled, but agreed. The doctor examined them and then directed them to disrobe and go at it.

When the couple finished, the doctor reexamined them and, upon completion, advised the couple, "There's nothing wrong with the way you have intercourse." He then charged them $32.

Two physicians boarded a flight out of Seattle.

One sat in the window seat, the other sat in the middle seat.

Just before takeoff, an attorney got on and took the aisle seat next to the two physicians. The attorney kicked off his shoes, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the physician in the window seat said," I think I'll get up and get a coke."

"No problem," said the attorney, "I'll get it for you."

While he was gone, one of the physicians picked up the attorney's shoe and put a thumbtack in it.

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist when early in the morning I received a call from his office: I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30AM.

I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45.

The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time to spare.

A woman accompanied her husband to the doctor's office.

After his checkup, the doctor called the wife into his office alone. He said, "Your husband is suffering from a very severe stress disorder. If you don't follow my instructions carefully, your husband will surely die.

"Each morning, fix him a healthy breakfast. Be pleasant at all times. For lunch make him a nutritious meal. For dinner prepare an especially nice meal for him.

Two doctors opened an office in a small town and put up a sign reading:

"Dr Smith and Dr. Jones, "Hysterias and Posteriors."

The town council was not happy with the sign, so the doctors changed it to read,
"Schizoids and Hemorrhoids."

This was not acceptable either, so in an effort to satisfy the council, they changed the sign to
"Catatonics and High Colonics."
No go.

Next, they tried
"Manic Depressives and Anal Retentive."
Thumbs down again.

Then came
"Minds and Behinds."
Still no good.

Another attempt resulted in
"Lost Souls and Butt Holes."
Unacceptable again.

A man was seen fleeing down the hall of the hospital just before
his operation. "What's the matter?" he was asked.

He said, "I heard the nurse say, 'It's a very simple operation,
don't worry, I'm sure it will be all right.'"

"She was just trying to comfort you, what's so frightening about
that?"

"She wasn't talking to me. She was talking to the doctor!"

The orthopedic surgeon I work for was moving to a new office, and
his staff was helping transport many of the items. I sat the display
skeleton in the front of my car, his bony arm across the back of my
seat.

I hadn't considered the drive across town. At one traffic light, the
stares of the people in the car beside me became obvious, and I looked
across and explained, "I'm delivering him to my doctor's office."

The other driver leaned out of his window. "I hate to tell you, lady,"
he said, "but I think it's too late!"-

Old Sam Johnson goes to his doctor complaining of aches and pains
all over his body. After a thorough examination, the doctor gives
him a clean bill of health.

"Sam, you're in excellent shape for an 85 year old man. But I'm not
a magician - I can't make you any younger", says the doctor.

"Who asked you to make me younger, already?" says Sam. "You just
make sure I get older!"

The doctor, who had been seeing an 80-year-old woman for most
of her life, finally retired.

At her next checkup, the new doctor told her to bring a list
of all the medicines that had been prescribed for her.

As the young doctor was looking through these, his eyes grew
wide as he realized she has a prescription for birth control pills.

"Mrs. Smith, do you realize these are BIRTH CONTROL pills?!?"

"Yes, they help me sleep at night."

"Mrs. Smith, I assure you there is absolutely NOTHING in these
that could possibly help you sleep!"

Because of an ear infection, Little Johnny, had to go to the
pediatrician. The doctor directed his comments and questions
to Little Johnny in a professional manner. When he asked Little
Johnny, "Is there anything you are allergic to?"

Little Johnny nodded and whispered in his ear. Smiling, the
pediatrician wrote out a prescription and handed it to Little
Johnny's mother. She tucked it into her purse without looking
at it.

As the pharmacist filled the order, he remarked on the unusual
food - drug interaction Little Johnny must have. Little Johnny's