22-04-2015, 22:19
During these times of scarce jobs, a bloke's got to do what a bloke's got to do...
A retired man went into the Job Centre in Dudley, and saw a card advertising for a 'Gynaecologist's Assistant'. Interested, he went in and asked the clerk for details.
The clerk pulled up the file and read: "The job entails getting the ladies ready for the gynaecologist. You have to help the women out of their underwear, lay them down and carefully wash their private regions, then apply shaving foam and gently shave off the pubic hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynaecologist's examination. The annual salary is £65,000 - and you'll have to go to Haverfodwest, Pembrokeshire."
"Good grief, is that where the job is?"
"No sir, that's where the end of the queue is right now."
DD
A retired man went into the Job Centre in Dudley, and saw a card advertising for a 'Gynaecologist's Assistant'. Interested, he went in and asked the clerk for details.
The clerk pulled up the file and read: "The job entails getting the ladies ready for the gynaecologist. You have to help the women out of their underwear, lay them down and carefully wash their private regions, then apply shaving foam and gently shave off the pubic hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynaecologist's examination. The annual salary is £65,000 - and you'll have to go to Haverfodwest, Pembrokeshire."
"Good grief, is that where the job is?"
"No sir, that's where the end of the queue is right now."
DD
Ubique.