A married couple went to the hospital together to have their baby delivered. Upon their arrival, the doctor said he had invented a new machine that would transfer a portion of the mother's labor pain to the father. He asked if they were willing to try it out. They were both very much in favor of it.



The doctor set the knob to 10 percent for starters, explaining that even 10 percent was probably more pain than the father had ever experienced before. But as the labor progressed, the husband felt fine, so he asked the doctor to go ahead and bump it up a notch. The doctor then adjusted the machine to 20 percent pain transfer.



The husband was still feeling fine. The doctor checked the husband's blood pressure and pulse and was amazed at how well he was doing. At this, they decided to try for 50 percent.



The husband continued to feel quite well. Since it was obviously helping out his wife considerably, he encouraged the doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him. The wife delivered a healthy baby with virtually no pain. She and her husband were ecstatic.



When they got home, the mailman was dead on their porch.:eek:

ROFL

That is naughty naughty naughty. I'm passing that on!

ROFLMBO!!!!!

Good one Viktoria, that was hilarious! Thank you for the much needed laugh on this very cold and dreary Monday.

Hugs~Ronee

Oh darn, I had this image in my head of my husband with labor pain.

I thought this thread was going to show me how to do this :)

Thanks for a good laugh!!

LOL LOL LOL

That was funny Vik:) :D

That's great... :D

It reminds me a bit of this one...

Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber; he looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. "Becky my darling," he whispered. "Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk." But he was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess." "There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky, "Everything's all right, go to sleep." "No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!" "I know, sweetheart," whispered Becky, "let the poison work."

That's great... :D

It reminds me a bit of this one...

Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber; he looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. "Becky my darling," he whispered. "Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk." But he was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess." "There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky, "Everything's all right, go to sleep." "No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!" "I know, sweetheart," whispered Becky, "let the poison work."
That is just so funny, Joudge. Thank you for the good laugh. :D

ROTFLMBO Viktoria thank for tht laugh. I was waithing with anticipation for the ending. You twisted woman. heheh

Joudge that was a good one a keeper.

Where do you get these things they are classic.