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Offline a10gf

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The Dead Duck
« on: 15.05. 2015 00:23 »
(snipped from another forum)

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest.

After a moment or two the vet shook his head and sadly said, “I’m sorry but your duck has passed away.”

The distressed woman wailed, “Are you sure?” “Yes, I'm sure. Your duck is dead,” replied the vet.

“How can you be so sure?” she protested. “I mean you haven’t done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something.”

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck’s owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put its front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. It then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook its head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot then sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, “I’m sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck.”

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman.

The duck’s owner, still in shock, took the bill. “£150!” she cried, “£150 just to tell me my duck is dead!”

The vet shrugged, “I’m sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been £20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it’s now £150.”

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Re: The Dead Duck
« Reply #1 on: 15.05. 2015 04:35 »

 Shades of Monty Python- until the bill arrived.. *smile*
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Re: The Dead Duck
« Reply #2 on: 15.05. 2015 11:20 »
16-116 *????* With that I'm guessing 85 *ex*

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Re: The Dead Duck
« Reply #3 on: 15.05. 2015 11:23 »
Very Good E , still chuckling, bob
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Re: The Dead Duck
« Reply #4 on: 15.05. 2015 15:14 »
Luckily she didn't went to my vet. He would have played the radio and charged the poor woman for a radiology to...!
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Re: The Dead Duck
« Reply #5 on: 17.05. 2015 07:36 »
Doesn't have anything to do with dead ducks but ...

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"Oh yeah," said Eddie. "And how did this one end?"

"When it was over," I replied, "she came to me on her hands and knees."

"Really? Now that's a switch! What did she say"?

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