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[Rats! I was going to post the one about the priest and the protestant at the track!
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Tell this one to nurses you know – They love it.
A doctor dies and goes to heaven.
When he arrives, there is a long line of souls waiting to enter the Pearly Gates. The doctor goes to the head of the line and says to St Peter: “You can let me in. I’m a doctor.”
St Peter says, “That will curry no favoritism here. Go to the end of the line and wait your turn.” So the doctor goes to the end and waits.
For a week.
(He has all eternity, after all)
Growing impatient, he makes his way again to the front of the line: “St Peter – Really – You can let me in. I’m a doctor.”
“Go back to your place in line and wait your turn. If you’re so anxious to come in out of the void, you can always go to the other place!”![Eek! :eek: :eek:](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png)
So the doctor goes back.
Then a figure appears on the infiinite horizon. As he approaches, it becomes apparent he is wearing a white coat, a stethoscope, one of those head-mirror things, and carrying a black bag. He does not give the line a second look, but proceeds right to the gates, where St Peter smiles and waves him in.
Our doctor is furious. He storms to the front of the line and complains: “What’s the deal!? I **told ** you I’m a doctor, but you wouldn’t let me cut in, then **this ** fellow comes along and you give him a pass! What’s the deal!?”
St Peter chuckles: “Sir, sir, please calm down. That wasn’t a doctor. That was God…”
“…He just thinks he’s a doctor.”
![ROFL :rotfl: :rotfl:](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f923.png)
![Face with tongue :stuck_out_tongue: 😛](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f61b.png)
Tell this one to nurses you know – They love it.
A doctor dies and goes to heaven.
When he arrives, there is a long line of souls waiting to enter the Pearly Gates. The doctor goes to the head of the line and says to St Peter: “You can let me in. I’m a doctor.”
St Peter says, “That will curry no favoritism here. Go to the end of the line and wait your turn.” So the doctor goes to the end and waits.
For a week.
(He has all eternity, after all)
Growing impatient, he makes his way again to the front of the line: “St Peter – Really – You can let me in. I’m a doctor.”
“Go back to your place in line and wait your turn. If you’re so anxious to come in out of the void, you can always go to the other place!”
![Eek! :eek: :eek:](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png)
So the doctor goes back.
Then a figure appears on the infiinite horizon. As he approaches, it becomes apparent he is wearing a white coat, a stethoscope, one of those head-mirror things, and carrying a black bag. He does not give the line a second look, but proceeds right to the gates, where St Peter smiles and waves him in.
Our doctor is furious. He storms to the front of the line and complains: “What’s the deal!? I **told ** you I’m a doctor, but you wouldn’t let me cut in, then **this ** fellow comes along and you give him a pass! What’s the deal!?”
St Peter chuckles: “Sir, sir, please calm down. That wasn’t a doctor. That was God…”
“…He just thinks he’s a doctor.”
![ROFL :rotfl: :rotfl:](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f923.png)