The doctor had sex with one of his female patients and felt guilty all
day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he just
couldn't. The guilt and sense of betrayal of his patient were
overwhelming.

But every once in a while he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice in
his head that said: "Don't worry about it. You aren't the first
medical practitioner to have sex with one of his patients and you
won't be the last. And you're single. Just let it go."

But, invariably, another voice in his head would bring him back to
reality, whispering: "You're a veterinarian, you sick bastard."

BAWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Cheers, Vince

definately an Australian flavour to that one....

Yeah....I know Elvis...but in defence it must be noted that the Vet's practice is based in Bondi mate. Rumour has it that this is a regular habit amongst a particular group of immigrants who reside in that area.

Cheers, Vince

Elvis wrote:

definately an Australian flavour to that one....

really?? Thats a southern joke if I've ever heard one. Maybe thtas why we get along so good. reminds me of the term "stump broke", everytime my buddies patrol car goes by a cow pasture, the cows back up to the fence.

And I thought those tissues at the meat counter were for your hands not for wiping away tears over lost girlfriends.

A rancher in california was having trouble finding the time to take his horse herd to water every day. A neighbor said he'd be glad to do it every other day. So for a few weeks this went on until one day the rancher decided to wonder down and see how it was going. Found that the neighbor had "stump broke" a couple of mares.

True story...