Tower Of Babel

Yes bredrens, it is the end of yet another work week (even though I’m on call tomorrow and Sunday), so, it is time to let it all hang out, relax and have a couple drinks, yep, it is Friday. Oh, might I remind you that it is also the end of January to rahtid already!? February starts tomorrow. How are all the resolutions that we made at the end of 2002 coming along? I won’t answer for myself.

I really don’t have much to post about tonight, but, as I don’t want to disappoint any of you who may come here hoping to find something new, I have decided to post a couple of the weird referrals to this site. Here they go:

doctor doctor live porn, pregnant by condom found in trash can!!!, nude doctor.

I guess sex does sell on the net and elsewhere doesn’t it?

Finally, I am going to end by posting a joke that someone sent me on e-mail recently. Actually, I thought that I had not deleted it, but I did, so, I will have to abbreviate it and tell it how I remember.

Harry was in his sixties and was going through a period of illness, he was losing weight and his appetite was getting poor. His son Mark became concerned about him, and took him to see his long time doctor. After taking his history and examining him, Doc. said, “Harry, I am not too sure what is wrong mi friend, we need to mek you do some tests so we can find out what de problem is man. You have to do some blood tests and a special X-Ray.”

Mark took Harry to have the necessary tests done, and they went back to Doc. two weeks later. Harry was still not looking too good, in fact, he had lost more weight. Doc. went over the results with them and then he said, “Harry, I am friad to to tell you…. the news nuh look good at all. It seems as if you well sick. Look like we dealing wid de big C here!” Mark suddenly looked very concerned. He blurted out in shock, “Rass Doc. You mean Daddy have Cancer?!” Doc. nodded, and added that from the results he had, things looked grim, he did not think that there was much he could offer at this stage.

Harry and Mark left Doc’s office quite dejected. Driving home, Harry said to his son, “Mark, drive to de corner bar. If is cancer me have, and me going dead soon, I waan fe drink some rum wid me friend dem. The least me can do is enjoy what likkle time me have lef wid me bredrens.”

Mark was only too happy to oblige and said that he would join them. They pulled up at the bar, and surely enough, there were all of Harry’s long time buddy’s, all already quite plastered in their liquor. They greeted each other just like usual and in no time, Harry and Mark were on their third round of drinks.

Eventually, Harry, quite charged, got up and said that he had an announcement that he had to make to all his bredrens. They looked at him, and even though they were already quite inebriated, they could ascertain that he was coming with some serious shit by the look on his face.

He said, “Mi friends, I am not well. I jus come from de Doctor, and him tell me that me well sick. In fact, I will soon dead to rass! That is why me come to have a drink with all o you, because me don’t know how long me have to live.” One of his friends said, “Harry. I am sorry to hear dat man. But, tell us, what de Doctor say is wrong with you?”

Harry replied, “Doc. tell me that I am dying from AIDS!” His son Mark, looked quite puzzled. Despite having a few drinks, he knew that is not what he heard the doctor tell his Father.

His friends decided to get a laugh out of the matter, one of them saying, “AIDS eh? Is because o de whole heap of woman you used to screw before why you catch it. Plus, you is a man dat never like de boots (condom) business at all. Anyway, a so life go. Don’t fret yuself.”

They had a few more drinks and then Harry and Mark left the bar for home. In the car, Mark asked his Daddy why he told his friends that he had AIDS, when the doctor told him that he had cancer. Harry replied, “Son, I am a lot older and wiser than you. I know mi frend dem very well. All of dem is no better dan dutty dog. I tell dem dat me have AIDS cause when me dead, me don’t want none of dem fuck you Mother!” Have a good weekend.

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