COMIC RELIEF
It was mealtime on the flight of a small airline and the flight attendant asked the passenger if he would like dinner.
“What are my choices?” he asked.
“Yes or No,” she replied.
The intern sees a duck, aims his rifle, leads the duck with his first shot, trails it with his next shot and hits with his third. He turns to the group and says, “It was too small for a condor, too big for a sparrow. I think that it was probably a duck.”
The radiologist sees a duck, aims a shotgun, hits the duck, and turns to the group. He says, “I just hit a flying animal. It may be a duck, pheasant or quail. Possibly a flying squirrel. Cannot exclude a pterodactyl at this point. I think I should shoot it again, but with a scoped rifle next time.”
The emergency physician spots a duck flying the marsh and aims a huge, automatic combat shotgun, unloading two full magazines into the air as the other physicians take cover behind him.
After the tremendous noise ceases, the intern uncovers his ears and shouts, “What the hell was that?” The emergency physicians turns around and says, “I have no idea, but I’m pretty sure that I hit it.”
A woman went to the doctor who told her she only had six months to live.
“Oh my God!” said the woman. “What shall I do?”
“Marry an accountant,” suggested the doctor.
“Why?” asked the woman, “will that make me live longer?”
“No,” replied the doctor, “but it will SEEM longer.”