Two little children are in a hospital, lying on stretchers next to each other outside the operating room---the first surgeries of the day.

The first child leans over and asks, 'What are you in here for?'

The second child says, 'I'm in here to get my tonsils out and I'm a little nervous.'

The first child says, 'You've got nothing to worry about. I had that done when I was four. They put you to sleep, and when you wake up they give you lots of Jelly and Ice C [...]

Two little children are in a hospital, lying on stretchers next to each other outside the operating room---the first surgeries of the day.

The first child leans over and asks, 'What are you in here for?'

The second child says, 'I'm in here to get my tonsils out and I'm a little nervous.'

The first child says, 'You've got nothing to worry about. I had that done when I was four. They put you to sleep, and when you wake up they give you lots of Jelly and Ice Cream. It's a breeze.'

The second child then asks, 'What are you here for?'

The first child says, 'A circumcision.'

'Whoa!' the second child replies. 'Good luck, man. I had that done when I was born. Couldn't walk for a year.'

A blonde goes into an ice-cream shop and asks for a single chocolate scoop. The clerk says "we've just run out of chocolate, but for the inconvenience, we'll give you another scoop of a different flavour for free."

The blonde thinks for a moment, and asks again for chocolate.
The clerk sighs and says "spell VAN in Vanilla."

"V-A-N" The blonde answers proudly.

"Spell STRAW in Strawberry" The clerk says.[...]

A blonde goes into an ice-cream shop and asks for a single chocolate scoop. The clerk says "we've just run out of chocolate, but for the inconvenience, we'll give you another scoop of a different flavour for free."

The blonde thinks for a moment, and asks again for chocolate.
The clerk sighs and says "spell VAN in Vanilla."

"V-A-N" The blonde answers proudly.

"Spell STRAW in Strawberry" The clerk says.

"S-T-R-A-W" Again the blonde answers proudly.

"Spell FUCK in chocolate" the clerk says one last time.

"There is no FUCK in chocolate..." She replied.

"Exactly." The clerk answers. "Now fuck off."