in a maternity ward in a hospital somewhere in the UK
a head-doctor is in the final stages of an agonising 12 hour labour.
The mother of the child breathes a huge sigh of relief as the father, tears welling in his eyes, cuts the umbilical cord of his newborn son.

The midwife then takes the child and gently hands him to the doctor. Who then throws the child across the room to his colleague.

The mother, in a primitive act of defensiveness, screams and yelps and cries as the doctor takes the baby on his chest, tees him up with his thigh and punts the baby straight back to the head doctor.
The head doctor catches the child and in the style of a discus thrower hurtles it at the nearest wall. The thud rattles in the mothers' brain and she lets out another guttural scream.

The head-doctor then walks over to the small baby in the corner of the room and picks it up. Gently wrapping it in a tiny blanket he walks over to the mother and hands her her child - a huge grin on his face...

'April Fools! It was dead anyway!'


I told this to joke to my halls of residence buddies after we'd known each other for around 3 months. We were all good mates by then and I felt entirely comfortable telling the joke. One housemate didn't seem too impressed by the joke, she looked at me like i'd just raped her mum and killed her dad. Her aunt had miscarried just two days before.
I told her to stop whining - my mother had miscarried four times and she still found the joke hilarious!
( applehead herp derp, Fri 10 Sep 2004, 1:02, Reply)