Date: Mon, 08 Dec 1997 08:54:08 +0100
From: Rune
Subject: T-375 (ca.)
Hej Allesammen !
Her i fredags fik jeg så overstået/overlevet min julefrokost på
arbejdet. Sådan nogle vil jeg godt advare mod. De serverer jo spiritus,
og svage sjæle (som mig) kommer jo bare til at fylde sig. Måske skulle
man blive afholdsman i sit næste liv . . . . . . . . . . not !
Efter en hård weekend er det jo også rart at have nogle rutiner man kan
vende tilbage til, såsom "DDD":
A woman starts dating a doctor. Before too long, she becomes pregnant
and they don't know what to do. About nine months later, just about the
time she is going to give birth, a priest goes into the hospital for a
prostate gland infection.
The doctor says to the woman, "I know what we'll do. After I've
operated on the priest, I'll give the baby to him and tell him it was a
miracle."
"Do you think it will work?" she asks the doctor.
"It's worth a try," he says. So the doctor delivers the baby and then
operates on the priest. After the operation he goes in to the priest
and says, "Father, you're not going to believe this."
"What?" says the priest. "What happened?"
"You gave birth to a child."
"But that's impossible!"
"I just did the operation," insists the doctor. "It's a miracle!Here's
your baby."
About fifteen years go by, and the priest realizes that he must tell his
son the truth. One day he sits the boy down and says, "Son, I have
something to tell you. I'm not your father."
The son says, "What do you mean, you're not my father?"
The priest replies, "I'm your mother. The archbishop is your father."
Decemberhilsner
Rune