A young blonde woman said to her doctor, "You have to help me, I hurt all
over!"
"What do you mean?" said the doctor.
The woman touched
her right knee with her index finger and yelled, "Ow, that hurts!" Then she
touched her left cheek and again yelled, "Ouch! That hurts, too!" Then she
touched her right earlobe. "Ow, even THAT hurts!"
The doctor asked the
woman, "Are you a natural blonde?"
"Why yes!" she said.
"I
thought so," said the doctor. "You have a sprained finger."
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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