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| A bloke goes into the Job Centre in Newcastle 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 guy behind the desk. The Job Centre guy sifts through his files and replies, "Uh - yes I've had quite a few enquiries about this job. 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 pubic hair then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynaecologist's examination. There's an annual salary of £45,000 but I'm afraid you'll have to travel to Oxford." "Oh why, is that where the job's based?" "No. That's where the end of the queue is" |    |
Joke by Guest, in Sex and shit > Gynaecologist - Tagged job , oxford , queue , gynaecology , newcastle , assistant - Current Score: 85 - Added: 10 months, 3 days ago
| After three years of trying, I eventually got into Oxford yesterday. What a fucking traffic jam that was. | |
Joke by MICK THE MAG, in Jokes with no home > Cars - Tagged motorways , traffic jams , oxford - Current Score: 27 - Added: 1 month, 23 days ago
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