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Green, Green Grass
And of course, the best is saved for last: A nurse was on duty in the
Emergency Room, when a young woman with purple hair styled into a punk
rocker Mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and wearing strange clothing,
entered. It was quickly determined that the patient had acute appendicitis,
so she was scheduled for immediate surgery. When she was completely disrobed
on the operating table, the staff noticed that her pubic hair had been
dyed green, and above it there was a tattoo that read, "Keep off the grass."
Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon wrote a short note on the patient's
dressing, which said, "Sorry, had to mow the lawn."
Nurses Go to Heaven
Three nurses went to heaven, and were waiting turn to plead their case
to St. Peter to enter the pearly gates.
The first nurse said, "I worked in an emergency room. We tried our best to help patients, but occasionally we did lose one. I think I deserve to go to heaven."
St. Peter looks at her file and admits her to heaven.
The second nurse says, "I worked in an operating room. It's a very high stress environment and we do our best. Sometimes the patients are too sick and we lose them, but overall we try very hard."
St. Peter looks at her file and admits her to heaven.
The third nurse says, "I was a case manager for an HMO."
St. Peter looks at her file. He pulls out a calculator and starts punching away at it furiously, constantly going back to the nurse's file. After a few minutes St. Peter looks up, smiles, and says, "Congratulations! You've been admitted to heaven ... for five days!"
The Recuriting Game
A skilled nurse died and arrived before St. Peter, who explained, "We
have this little policy of allowing you to choose whether you want to spend
eternity in heaven or in hell." "How do I know which to choose?" She asked.
"That's easy," said St. Peter. "you have to spend a day in each place before
making a decision."
With that, he put the nurse on an elevator and sent her down to hell. The elevator doors opened and the nurse found herself in a sunny garden, where many former friends and colleagues warmly greeted her. She had a great time all day laughing and talking about old times. That night, she had an excellent supper in a fantastic restaurant. She even met the devil, who turned out to be a pretty nice guy. Before she knew it, her day in hell was over and she returned to heaven.
The day in heaven was okay. She lounged around on clouds, sang, and played the harp. At the end of the day, St. Peter came and asked for her decision. "Well, heaven was great and all," the nurse said, "but I had abetter time in hell. I know it sounds strange, but I choose hell." With that, she got in the elevator and went back down.
When the doors opened, she saw a desolate wasteland covered in garbage
and filth. Her friends, dressed in rags, were picking up garbage and putting
it in sacks. When the devil walked over, she said to him, "I don't understand.
Yesterday, this place was beautiful. We had a delicious meal and a wonderful
time laughing and talking." The devil smiled and said, "Yesterday we were
recruiting you. Today you're staff."
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