A woman is visiting her gynecologist. “What is the problem?” “There is something wrong with my aviaries!” “You mean your ovaries?” “Yes, that’s what I said, there is something wrong with my aviaries!” “All right, undress, put on this modesty gown and hop up on the exam table, place your feet in the stirrups and lie down so I can have a look…” The gynecologist takes his pen light out of his pocket and - after a few minutes of examining - he tells her, “I think you’re right to be worried about your aviaries… You’ve had a cockatoo up there.”
A woman is visiting her gynecologist.
“What is the problem?”
“There is something wrong with my aviaries!”
“You mean your ovaries?”
“Yes, that’s what I said, there is something wrong with my aviaries!”
“All right, undress, put on this modesty gown and hop up on the exam table, place your feet in the stirrups and lie down so I can have a look…”
The gynecologist takes his pen light out of his pocket and - after a few minutes of examining - he tells her, “I think you’re right to be worried about your aviaries…
You’ve had a cockatoo up there.”