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A Scotsman walked into a chemist's shop and asked to speak to a male pharmacist. The woman behind the counter explained she was the pharmacist, that she owned the business with her sister and they didn't have any male employees.
"But I have a very embarressing male problem," said the Scot.
"You can tell me about it - I am a qualified medical professional," encouraged the pharmacist.
"Well then," he said, raising his kilt to reveal an enormous erection. "Its been like this for three days now and I've tried everything to make it go down. What can you give me for it?"
Flustered, the pharmacist said she'd consult with her sister, and shot into the back room. She returned two minutes later and said, "We've discussed it and the best we can do is £2000 a month, a company car and a one-third share in the business."
que; xenasings; xxxx
"But I have a very embarressing male problem," said the Scot.
"You can tell me about it - I am a qualified medical professional," encouraged the pharmacist.
"Well then," he said, raising his kilt to reveal an enormous erection. "Its been like this for three days now and I've tried everything to make it go down. What can you give me for it?"
Flustered, the pharmacist said she'd consult with her sister, and shot into the back room. She returned two minutes later and said, "We've discussed it and the best we can do is £2000 a month, a company car and a one-third share in the business."
que; xenasings; xxxx
