I was feeling so bad. I asked my family doctor 'bout what I had. I said:
Doctor! Mr. M.D. Can you tell me whats ailing me?
He said:
First of all, although I'm a doctor, I am not an M.D. My degree is a Ph.D. in Pedantry.
Furthermore, to ail is an intransitive verb. Proper usage would be to ask "why I am ailing." Also, you must add an apostrophe to "what's," for you are shortening "what is."
I wonder what's a good kind of vacation to go on. I know; I'll ask an Internet newsgroup.
I have some vacation time coming to me. Do you think it would be fun for me to spend two weeks on a cruise?
Yes ... Absolutely ... Don't miss the opportunity ... You'll love it ... I wish I could come along ... Go for it! ... That is so gross and disgusting ... Do it! ... You have to! ...
Everyone seems to approve, except ... Nicole Kidman.
Hey Hernandez, it sounds like we're finally going to get a decent meal tonight. And Italian too. I heard General Lee say he was taking us all to Spaghettisburg.
A square meal? I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse. I'm going to try and get to the front of the line.
I nead a volunteer to be on the vanguard for this little foray.
Ooh, ooh, pick me!
Welcome to Spa Gettysburg, where the hot rivers of blood will clean out your pores.
When an eel hits your eye and you feel like you'll die, that's a moray.
Nun of your bismuth.
And those were the fire pits where the world's tyrants are damned. Over here in the ice fields are the incorrigible punsters. Be very careful what you say around here.
I have a question. I saw Stalin and Genghis Khan in the fire pits, but not Hitler. Shouldn't he be there too?
Oh, Hitler's not dead yet. He's alive and well and living in Argentina.
It's been my pleasure showing you around hell for the past week. Now I am happy to turn you over to my master, who will gladly talk to you for the next 90 minutes.
I hope you've enjoyed the trip. Thursday you may have noticed the luxury condominiums being built on the shores of the Lake of Blood. We are offering you the opportunity to ...
WAIT A MINUTE! You're just using these trips to sell fucking timeshares? I'm not interested. I don't have to listen to this shit!
Well, actually you do. Read the fine print.
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!
... payments per year, allowing for the selection of one calendar week. Should the buyer decline ...
I'm in a hotel room. A tattoo says I've lost my short-term mammaries, and another says I must find the man who checked my wife for lumps, and kill him.
Star Wars
Obi Wan, are you telling me the Death Star is just a giant space breast?
Yes, Luke, and it has one small spot of weakness. You must drop a radiation tratment precisely there in order to save the universe.
Hi boys and girls, we're Tommy and Tammy Tumor, and we're here to tell you the story of breast cancer.
We may have been born when your mommy was talking on the cell phone too much, or when she sat out in the sun too long, or when she failed to laugh at boorite's comics.
Or it could have just been our pal Uncle Dna.
We had sheltered childhoods. No one came around to play with us. Everyone ignored us, and so we were left alone to eat all day and get bigger.
Till one day they found us. And there was such screaming going on, you'd think the Cubs had won the Series.
Oops, time's up. Next week, we'll tell you why mommy's hair's different.
A recently conducted survey of people aged 15-45 suggests that their opinion of cancer is much more optimistic than previously reported.
When faced with the specter of breast cancer, the test subjects unanimously approached the subject more with humor than with fear.
It should be noted that in recent months, this same group has similarly reacted when faced with pirates, dadaism, parties in Austria, Burma Shave signs, ...
Are you sure this Brain Surgery for Dummies book will work?
Of course it will. Here's the relevant section: If you don't have a cranial drill, have the patient stand outside and call the Norad hot line, code "braincut". Ok, step on out. I'll call.
Hmmm, not bad. Drilled a perfect hole. Too bad they wasted so much ordnance on it; the backyard's all ripped up. We'll have to cancel Saturday's croquet game.
This is a free service? No wonder the government's budget's fucked.