Hypocritic Oath
Grandad March 26th, 2008
I went to the doctor this morning.
There’s nothing wrong with me, but at my age it pays to stay well in with the medical gang.
"How are you feeling," he asked.
"Fine," says I.
"Sleeping well?"
"Never better."
"Are you drinking much these days?"
"Ah! You know how it is?"
"I do indeed. Are you still smoking the pipe?"
"Of course."
"How much do you smoke?"
"About the same as I always did. No more. No less."
"Ah!"
"Jayzus! You’re not going to start any of this crap about giving up are you?"
"No. But…….."
"But what? Spit it out man."
"I left my matches in the car. Would you have a light?"
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