choklatemunky
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A bloke goes into the Job Center in Newcastle and sees a card advertising for a Gynaecologists 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 Center guy sifts through his files and replies, 'Uh - 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 private 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 go to Oxford .'
'Oh why, is that where the job's based?'
'No - that's where the end of the queue is!'
Interested he goes to learn more. 'Can you give me some more details about this?' he asks the guy behind the desk.
The Job Center guy sifts through his files and replies, 'Uh - 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 private 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 go to Oxford .'
'Oh why, is that where the job's based?'
'No - that's where the end of the queue is!'
