DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME MAD DAD

An older gentleman was On the operating table Awaiting surgery. He had insisted that his son, a renowned surgeon, perform the operation.

As he was about to get the anaesthesia, he asked to speak to his son.

"Yes, Dad, what is it?"

"Don't be nervous, son. Do your best and just remember, if it doesn't go well, if something happens to me, your mother is going to come and live with you and your wife...."

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DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME MAD DAD — 2 Comments

  1. Mad Dad strikes again. (Though possibly reducing your surgeon to a state of abject gibbering terror is not the wisest course of action to pursue?)