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23-01-2008, 07:36 PM
A bloke goes into the Job Centre in Manchester and sees a card
advertising for a Gynaecologist's Assistant. Interested he goes to learn more.
"Can you give me some more details about this?" he asks the man behind the desk.
The Job Centre assistant sorts through his files and replies - " Oh
yes here it is. OK the job entails you getting patients ready for the
gynaecologist.
You have to help them out of their underwear, lie them down and wash
their nether regions. Then apply shaving foam and shave off all their p-b-c
hair then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynaecologist's examination.
There's an annual salary of £85,000 but you're going to have to go to London."
"Oh why, is that where the job's at?"
"No - that's the end of the queue."
advertising for a Gynaecologist's Assistant. Interested he goes to learn more.
"Can you give me some more details about this?" he asks the man behind the desk.
The Job Centre assistant sorts through his files and replies - " Oh
yes here it is. OK the job entails you getting patients ready for the
gynaecologist.
You have to help them out of their underwear, lie them down and wash
their nether regions. Then apply shaving foam and shave off all their p-b-c
hair then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynaecologist's examination.
There's an annual salary of £85,000 but you're going to have to go to London."
"Oh why, is that where the job's at?"
"No - that's the end of the queue."