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When William Shakespeare went swimming one day he was obsessed with the notion that moths had been feeding on the back of his trunks! He asked a friend to investigate and make a thorough search. The friend replied, "No holes, bard."
I've been e-mailing William Shakespeare. William Shakespeare's dead, silly. No wonder he hasn't replied.
The world's greatest charade player brags that he can guess any charade. A TV producer decides to use the charade player in a TV special. He issues a challenge offering the charade player a million dollars to guess a very hard charade on television. The charade player agrees.
Comes the big night, all the world is watching. The charade player is sitting on stage in front of a curtain. Music blares and the curtain opens to reveal seven nude young women.
The second and fourth ladies are holding their breasts, while the other five have their backs to him and are baring their behinds.
The charade player barely glances over them and says, "The William Tell Overture by Rossini."
The flabbergasted producer says in awe, "You've done it! That's the correct answer. You are indeed the greatest charade player!" and he hands him a check for a million bucks.
Walking out, a reporter stops the charade player and ask him how he more...
The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense. Tom Clancy I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it. William Faulkner I handed in a script last year and the studio didn't change one word. The word they didn't change was on page 87. Steve Martin I have always been a huge admirer of my own work. I'm one of the funniest and most entertaining writers I know. Mel Brooks It took me fifteen years to discover that I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous. Robert Benchley A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction. William Faulkner The free-lance writer is the person who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps. Robert Benchley
Unusual Case by William A. Morton, Jr, MD
From "Medical Aspects Of Human Sexuality" July, 1991 p. 15
Scrotum Self-Repair
One morning, I was called to the emergency room by the head ER nurse. She directed me to a patient who had refused to describe his problem other than to say that he "needed a doctor who took care of men's troubles." The patient, about 40, was pale, febrile, and obviously uncomfortable, and had little to say as he gingerly opened his trousers to expose a bit of angry red skin and black-and-blue scrotal skin.
After I asked the nurse to leave us, the patient permitted me to remove his trousers, shorts, and two or three yards of foul-smelling stained gauze wrapped about his scrotum, which was swollen to twice the size of a grapefruit and extremely tender. A jagged zig-zag laceration, oozing pus and blood, extended down the left scrotum.
Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, I saw some half-buried dark linear more...
Three children were being tutored, Billy Blue, William Orange and Fanny Green. One day, the tutor stopped and asked the children what they wanted to be when they grew up. Billy Blue said, "I want to be a milkman." William Orange said, "I want to be a postman". Fanny Green said "I want to be a stripper." The tutor was obviously shocked but thought, fair enough,.
Years later, Billy Blue and William Orange met up. Billy was a milkman and William was a postman. They decided to go to a stripper club. After a few minutes Billy said, "O my God, is that Fanny Green?" William replied, "Nah, it's just the lighting"