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> Mrs. Jones Accident
>
> Mr. Jones gets a call from the hospital. They tell him his wife's been
> in a terrible car accident. He rushes to the hospital, runs in to the
> ER and says his wife's been in an accident. They tell him Dr. Smith is
> handling the case. They page the doctor. He comes out to the waiting
> room to see a terribly upset Mr. Jones.
>
> "Mr. Jones?" the doctor asks.
>
> "Yes sir, what's happened? How is my wife?" The doctor sits next to
> him and says, "Not good news. Your wife's accident resulted in two
> fractures of her spine."
>
> "Oh my God," says Mr. Jones, "what will be her prognosis?"
>
> "Well, Mr. Jones, her vital signs are stable. However, her spine is
> inoperable. She'll have no motor skills or capability. This means you
> will have to feed her." Mr. Jones begins to sob.
>
> "And you'll have to turn her in her bed every two hours to prevent
> pneumonia." Mr. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly.
>
> "Then, of course," the doctor continued, "you'll have to diaper her as
> she'll have no control over her bladder and of course these diapers
> must be changed at least five times a day." Mr. Jones begins to shake
> as he cries, sobs, wails.
>
> The doctor continues, "And you'll have to clean up her feces on a
> regular basis as she'll have no control over her sphincter. Her bowels
> will engorge whenever and quite often I'm afraid. Of course you must
> clean her immediately to avoid accumulation of the putrid effluent
> she'll be emitting regularly."
>
> Now Mr. Jones is convulsing sobbing uncontrollably and beginning to
> wither off the bench into a sobbing pitiful mass.
Just then Dr. Smith reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the shoulder. "Hey, I'm
> just fukcing with you, she's dead."
>
> Mr. Jones gets a call from the hospital. They tell him his wife's been
> in a terrible car accident. He rushes to the hospital, runs in to the
> ER and says his wife's been in an accident. They tell him Dr. Smith is
> handling the case. They page the doctor. He comes out to the waiting
> room to see a terribly upset Mr. Jones.
>
> "Mr. Jones?" the doctor asks.
>
> "Yes sir, what's happened? How is my wife?" The doctor sits next to
> him and says, "Not good news. Your wife's accident resulted in two
> fractures of her spine."
>
> "Oh my God," says Mr. Jones, "what will be her prognosis?"
>
> "Well, Mr. Jones, her vital signs are stable. However, her spine is
> inoperable. She'll have no motor skills or capability. This means you
> will have to feed her." Mr. Jones begins to sob.
>
> "And you'll have to turn her in her bed every two hours to prevent
> pneumonia." Mr. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly.
>
> "Then, of course," the doctor continued, "you'll have to diaper her as
> she'll have no control over her bladder and of course these diapers
> must be changed at least five times a day." Mr. Jones begins to shake
> as he cries, sobs, wails.
>
> The doctor continues, "And you'll have to clean up her feces on a
> regular basis as she'll have no control over her sphincter. Her bowels
> will engorge whenever and quite often I'm afraid. Of course you must
> clean her immediately to avoid accumulation of the putrid effluent
> she'll be emitting regularly."
>
> Now Mr. Jones is convulsing sobbing uncontrollably and beginning to
> wither off the bench into a sobbing pitiful mass.
Just then Dr. Smith reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the shoulder. "Hey, I'm
> just fukcing with you, she's dead."
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