Meanwhile, At The Village Doctor's Surgery ...
Published by Rick on Wednesday, January 26, 2011.
A man went to the local doctor's surgery having seen an advert in the village store for a Gynaecologist's Assistant. Naturally interested, he went in and asked the receptionist for details.
The receptionist pulled up the file and read, "The job entails getting the ladies ready for the gynaecologist. You have to help the women out of their underwear, lay them down and carefully wash their private regions, then apply shaving foam and gently shave off their pubic hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynaecologist's examination. The annual salary is £65,000, and if you're interested you'll have to go to Tunbridge Wells."
"Oh, Dear," said the man, "Is that where the job is?"
"No sir, that's where the end of the queue is."
The receptionist pulled up the file and read, "The job entails getting the ladies ready for the gynaecologist. You have to help the women out of their underwear, lay them down and carefully wash their private regions, then apply shaving foam and gently shave off their pubic hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynaecologist's examination. The annual salary is £65,000, and if you're interested you'll have to go to Tunbridge Wells."
"Oh, Dear," said the man, "Is that where the job is?"
"No sir, that's where the end of the queue is."
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