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- A young woman went to her doctor complaining of pain.
- "Where are you hurting?" asked the doctor.
- "You have to help me, I hurt all over", said the woman.
- "What do you mean, all over?" asked the doctor, "be a little more specific."
- The woman touched her right knee with her index finger and yelled, "Ow, that hurts." Then she touched her left cheek and again yelled, "Ouch! That hurts, too." Then she touched her right earlobe, "Ow, even THAT hurts", she cried.
- The doctor checked her thoughtfully for a moment and told her his diagnosis, "You have a broken finger."
The nurse brings over a lovely, healthy, bouncy, but definitely Caucasian, white baby boy. “Congratulations,” says the nurse to the new parents.
“Well Mr.Wong, what will you and Mrs.Wong name the baby?”
The puzzled father looks at his new baby boy and says, “Well, two Wong’s don’t make a white, so I think we name him Sum Ting Wong.
After many troubled years a young man decides to become a monk and take a vow of silence. As he is about to take his vows, the abbot explains, “You will have the opportunity to speak once every five years, and then only to me.” Accepting this, he takes his vows and does not speak again for five years. When the five years passed, the abbot came to see him, “Hello young monk, what do have to say?”
“My bed’s made of solid wood, it hurts my back. I would like a matress.”
With this, the abbot leaves. Two days pass before a matress arrives at the monk’s shed.
Another five years of silence pass, and the abbot returns again.
The abbot asks if he has anything to say.
“It gets really cold here at night, in ten years, I have only owned a light blanket. I would like a decent blanket.”
the abbot leaves. A few days pass, and a blanket arrives.
15 years after the monks vow of silence, the abbot returns yet again, to ask if the monk would like to speak.
“Yeah, this place is just too hard for me, for fifteen years, I have eaten like a begger and suffered the harsh winters. I am leaving.”
“Good, says the abbot, you’ve done nothing but gripe and complain since you got here.”