Money, money money
A middle-aged woman seemed sheepish as she
visited her gynaecologist.
'Come now,' coaxed the doctor, 'you've been seeing me for years.
There's nothing you can't tell me.'
'This one's kind of strange...'
'Let me be the judge of that,' the doctor replied.
'Well,' she said, 'yesterday I went to the bathroom in the morning and heard a plink-plink-plink in the toilet and when I looked down, the water was full of pennies.'
'I see.'
'That afternoon I went to the bathroom again and, plink-plink-plink, there were five pences in the bowl.'
'That night,' she went on, 'I went again, Plink-plink-plink, and there were ten pences and this morning there were fifty pences!
You've got to tell me what's wrong with me!' she implored.
'I'm scared out of my wits!'
The gynaecologist put a comforting
Hand on her shoulder.
'There, there, it's nothing to be scared about'
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'You're simply going through the change!