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Actual Mpumalanga (South African) Hospital Register entries.

Tuesday, November 18th, 2008

HospitalThe patient refused autopsy.

The patient has no previous history of suicides.

Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital.

Patient’s medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40 Kg weight gain in the past three days.

Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.

On the second day the knee was better, and on the third day it disappeared.

The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.

The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993.

Discharge status: Alive but without my permission.

Healthy appearing, decrepit 69-year old male: mentally alert but forgetful.

Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.

She is numb from her toes down.

The skin was moist and dry.

Occasional, constant, infrequent headaches.

Patient was alert and unresponsive.

She stated that she had been constipated for most of her life, until she got a divorce.

I saw your patient today, who is still under our car for physical therapy.

Skin: somewhat pale but present.

Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities.

Gourmet Reporter

Friday, November 14th, 2008

CannibalA magazine reporter is travelling through a rainforest, in search of a fabled cannibalistic tribe. He falls into a trap, goes unconscious and wakes up tied to a stake with a fire burning slowly underneath him.

He cries out for help, and is answered by what is obviously one of the tribesmen, who informs him that he is going to be served as dinner to the leader of the tribe.
“But you don’t understand!” he cries, “You can’t do this to me! I’m an editor for the New Yorker magazine!”

“Ah,” replies the tribesman, “Well look on the bright side. Soon you will be editor-in-chief!”

How to maintain a healthy level of insanity

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

InsanityAt lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.

Page yourself over the intercom. Don’t disguise your voice.

Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.

Put your rubbish bin on your desk and label it, “in.”

Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone is over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.

In the memo field of all your cheques, write “for smuggling diamonds.”

Finish all your sentences with, “in accordance with the prophecy.”

Don’t use any punctuation.

As often as possible, skip rather than walk.

Order diet water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.

Specify that your drive-through order is, “to go.”

Sing along at the opera.

Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don’t rhyme?

Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.

Have your colleagues address you by your wrestling name, Rock Bottom.

When the money comes out the ATM, scream’ “I Won, I Won!”

When leaving the zoo, start running towards the car park, yelling, “Run for your lives, they’re loose!”

Tell your children over dinner that, due to the economy downturn, you will have to let one of them go.

The spoiled under 30 crowd

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

Space InvadersThose old people are always complaining, here they go again:

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes (look it up) about how hard things were when they were growing up. What with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning, uphill, both ways.

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way I was going to lay nonsense like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they’ve got it!

But now that I’m over the ripe old age of thirty, I can’t help but look around and notice the youth of today. You’ve got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a Utopia! And I hate to say it but you kids today, you don’t know how good you’ve got it!

I mean, when I was a kid we didn’t have the internet. If we wanted to know
something, we had to go to the stupid library and look it up ourselves, in the
card catalogue! There was no email! We had to actually write somebody a letter, with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there!

There were no MP3′s or Napsters! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and mess it all up!

We didn’t have fancy assistance like call waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that’s it! And we didn’t have fancy caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you
just didn’t know. You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!

We didn’t have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600, with games like ‘Space Invaders’ and ‘asteroids’. Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination. And there were no multiple levels or screens it was just one screen forever! You could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only M-Net and there was no on screen menu and no remote control! You had to use a little book called a TV guide to find out what was on! You had no chance when it came to channel surfing, you had to get off your behind and walk over to the TV to change the Channel and there was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday morning. Do you hear what I’m saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little
brats!
And we didn’t have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove, imagine that! If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid jiffy pop thing and shake it over the stove forever like an idiot.

That’s exactly what I’m talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You’re spoiled. You guys wouldn’t have lasted five minutes back in 1980!

A wise old man

Saturday, October 11th, 2008

Old ManA wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and contentment. Then a new school year began. The very next afternoon three young boys, full of youthful, after-school enthusiasm, came down his street, beating merrily on every trash can they encountered. The crashing percussion continued day after day, until finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some action.

The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists as they banged their way down the street. Stopping them, he said, “You kids are a lot of fun. I like to see you express your exuberance like that. In fact, I used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I’ll give you each a dollar if you’ll promise to come around every day and do your thing.”

The kids were elated and continued to do a bang-up job on the trashcans.

After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad smile on his face. “This recession’s really putting a big dent in my income,” he told them. “From now on, I’ll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans.”

The noisemakers were obviously displeased, but they accepted his offer and continued their afternoon ruckus. A few days later, the wily retiree approached them again as they drummed their way down the street.

“Look,” he said, “I haven’t received my Social Security check yet, so I’m not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?”

“A freakin’ quarter?” the drum leader exclaimed. “If you think we’re going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you’re nuts! No way, dude. We quit!” And the old man enjoyed peace and serenity for the rest of his days.