After a micro-surgeons’ conference in New York City, some of the leading surgeons were in the bar and, being drunk out of their faces, began to reminisce and brag about their accomplishments.
The first, a British surgeon explained:
“We had a chap caught in a printing press at a factory last year, and all that was left of him was his little finger. Our team of surgeons constructed a new hand and built a new arm, engineered a new body, and ultimately, when he returned to the workforce, he was so efficient that he put five men out of work.”
That’s nothing, boasted the American surgeon:
“We had a worker trapped inside a nuclear reactor, and all that was left of him was hair. We constructed a new skull, a new torso, and new limbs, and put him back in the workforce. He is now so efficient, that he put thirty men out of work.”
Not to be outdone, the Ontario surgeon claimed:
“I was walking down the street one day, when a fart went by. I took it to the hospital in a garbage bag, let it loose on the table, and we got to work. First of all, we wrapped an asshole around it, built a butt onto it and attached a body to one end, and legs to the other. Gradually it turned into Premier Dalton McGuinty, and he has now put the whole fucking Province out of work.”
Having thoroughly screwed things up, Daddy Dalton has now resigned, and taken his Golden Handshake with him. It would be nice if I could have the entire Handshake, but one finger would suffice. Goodbye, Asshole, you old fart!
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