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- (Cannot remember the origin, but this was my 'favorite' tasteless joke to
- tell for many years)
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- Seems a mute was walking down the street one day and chanced upon a friend
- of his (also a mute). In sign language, he inquired how his friend had been
- doing.
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- The friend replied (vocally!) "Oh, can that hand-waving shit. I can talk now."
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- Intrigued, the mute pressed him for details. Seems he had gone to a
- specialist, who, seeing no physical damage, had put him on a treatment
- program that had restored the use of his vocal chords.
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- Gesturing wildly, the mute asked if he might meet this specialist. They got
- an appointment that very afternoon.
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- After an exam, the specialist proclaimed that there was no permanent damage,
- that the mute was essentially in the same condition as his buddy, and that
- there was no reason why he couldn't be helped as well.
-
- "Yes, yes" signed the mute. "Let's have the first treatment right now!"
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- "Very well," replies the specialist. "Kindly go into the next room, drop
- your pants and lean over the examining table. I'll be right in."
-
- The muts does as instructed, and the doctor sneaks in with a broomstick,
- mallet and jar of Vaseline. Greasing the broom handle, he "sends it home"
- with a few deft swipes of the mallet.
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- The mute jumps from the table, screaming "AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
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- "VERY good," smiles the doctor. "Next Tuesday, we start with 'B'"
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- / Steven Swinkels //--
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- Edited by Brad Templeton. MAIL, yes MAIL your jokes to funny@looking.UUCP
- Attribute the joke's source if at all possible. I will reply, mailers willing.
- Remember: If you POST your joke instead of mailing it, I will not reply.
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