Eric hasn’t felt well for days, so he visits his doctor on Monday. The doctor examines him, does some blood tests and gives Eric a prescription for acid reflux. Eric schedules a follow-up apointmennt for Friday.
Doctor: Eric, I have some good news and some bad news, which shall I tell first?
Eric: Uhhh, well, give me the bad news first, I guess.
Doctor: You have advanced pancreatic cancer and you tested positive for НIV. With the proper therapy you may be able to live another three to four months.
Eric: Oh no! But doctor! you said there is GOOD news! What is the good news?
Doctor: Oh yes, there is good news… You know my really good-looking receptionist?
Eric: Yes
Doctor: So hot she takes your breath away just looking at those dark eyes, the perfect teeth when she smiles
Eric: Yes, that’s Nurse Jensen. But you mentioned some GOOD News, doctor
Doctor: Yes, nurse Jensen, in her perfect, crisp, white tight uniform, with more than a hint of décolletage, the display of those enormous Double Dee melons…
Eric: Doctor! You said there is GOOD news! What, pray tell, is the GOOD News?
Doctor: I am getting to the good news! Now where was I? Oh yes, Nurse Jensen! Ahhh, those beautiful legs, perfectly shaped calves and thighs, ascending to the Gates of Paradise! The most perfect аss you ever feasted your eyes on…a body that just won’t quit…
Eric: Doctor! Please! Please tell me the GOOD news!
Doctor: The Good News, my dear Eric, is that I’m taking nurse Jensen out to dinner tonight at the most expensive French Restaurant in town. I’ve rented the Lover’s Suite at the BerkShire Hotel. and who knows where the night will end?
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