What was the name of clinic.
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Two elderly couples were enjoying friendly conversation when one of the men asked the other,” Fred, how was the memory clinic you went to last month?" "Outstanding," Fred replied. "They taught us all the latest psychological techniques: visualization, association, etc. It was great." "That's great! And what was the name of the clinic?" Fred went blank. He thought and thought, but couldn't remember. Then a smile broke across his face and he asked, "What do you call that flower with the long stem and thorns?" "You mean a rose?" "Yes, that's it!" He turned to his wife, "Rose, what was the name of that memory clinic?"
Regards, Hiren. -"I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference".
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Two elderly couples were enjoying friendly conversation when one of the men asked the other,” Fred, how was the memory clinic you went to last month?" "Outstanding," Fred replied. "They taught us all the latest psychological techniques: visualization, association, etc. It was great." "That's great! And what was the name of the clinic?" Fred went blank. He thought and thought, but couldn't remember. Then a smile broke across his face and he asked, "What do you call that flower with the long stem and thorns?" "You mean a rose?" "Yes, that's it!" He turned to his wife, "Rose, what was the name of that memory clinic?"
Regards, Hiren. -"I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference".
I though so - this has been posted in the Lounge 4 times and it was ancient the first time!
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity RAH
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I though so - this has been posted in the Lounge 4 times and it was ancient the first time!
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity RAH
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There are many, many other versions of the joke too, for example I first heard it a little bit like this; David Beckham and his wife have just flown back in to the UK from America. Tired and more than a little jet-lagged, the pair collapse in to the chauffeur driven limousine that has been arranged to take them home. The driver exchanges polite greetings with the couple and asks where they had been. “New York,” replies David. “There for a weekend of shopping with the wife.” “My wife loves New York,” replies the cab driver, who, like most other London cabbies, loves a good chat at his customers. “Which hotel did you stay at?” Beckham rolls his eyes. “Crikey,” he says. “I forget.” “Was it the Marriot Marquis?” asks the driver. “The missus is always on about staying there.” “Nah. Don’t think so,” Beckham replies. “Let me think. Give me the name of a few London tube stations.” OK, thinks the cabbie, let’s humor him. “Alright, Sir. What about Leicester Square?” he suggests. Beckham shakes his head. “Well, then. Let’s think. What about Oxford Street?” Beckham shakes his head. “Right. So, what about Piccadilly Circus?” Beckham shakes his head. By now, the cabbie is getting a little exasperated and wondering why he started the conversation in the first place. He decides to give it one last go before giving up and taking the couple home without any further attempt at dialogue. “What about Victoria then?” Beckham’s eyes light up. “Thanks, mate!” He turns and nudges his wife. “Ere, Victoria, what hotel did we stay at in New York?”
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends. Shed Petition[^]
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Being an amateur searcher I did not filter out the re!
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity RAH