The clinic is full today.

 Dr. Jolly has been working overtime to see all of his crackpots.

Dr. Jolly was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children.

 You all have obsessions," he observed.

To the first mother, he said, You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy.

He turned to the second Mom. Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny.

He turns to the third Mom. "Your obsession is alcohol. This too manifests itself in your child's name, Brandy.

At this point, the fourth mother gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers "come on Dick, we're leaving."

Lola Luslips, the pert and pretty nurse took her troubles to a resident psychiatrist in the hospital where she worked.

"Doctor, you must help me," Lola pleaded.

"It's gotten so that every time I date one of the young doctors here, I end up sleeping with them.

And then afterward, I feel guilty and depressed for a week."

"I see," nodded the psychiatrist. "And you, no doubt, want me to strengthen your will power and resolve in this matter."

"NO!!!" exclaimed the Lola. "I want you to fix it so I won't feel guilty and depressed afterward!"

"On TV, the commercial says that 8 out of 10 people suffer from hemorrhoids.

Does this mean the other 2 people enjoy them?"

A handsome young lad went into the hospital for some minor surgery and the day after the procedure, a friend stopped by to see how the guy was doing. 

The friend was amazed at the number of times Nurse Cratchit entered the room in short intervals with refreshments, offers to fluff his pillows, make the bed, give back rubs, etc.

 “Why all the attention?” the friend asked. “You look fine to me.”

“I know!” grinned the patient. “But  Nurse Cratchit formed a little fan club when they heard that my circumcision required twenty-seven stitches.”

Who said that?? That's not funny!!