A man went to a Medical Centre in King Street, Sydney, and saw a card advertising for a Gynaecologist's Assistant. Interested, he went in and asked the clerk for details.
The clerk pulled up the file and read :-
"The job entails getting the ladies ready for the Gynaecologist".
"You have to help the women out of their underwear; lay them down and carefully wash their private regions; then apply shaving foam and gently shave off their pubic hair; then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the Gynecologist's examination. The annual salary is $65,000 per year; and if you're interested, though; you'll have to go to Darwin."
"My God, is that where the job is?" asked the man.
She answered: "No sir; that's where the end of the queue is."
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The clerk pulled up the file and read :-
"The job entails getting the ladies ready for the Gynaecologist".
"You have to help the women out of their underwear; lay them down and carefully wash their private regions; then apply shaving foam and gently shave off their pubic hair; then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the Gynecologist's examination. The annual salary is $65,000 per year; and if you're interested, though; you'll have to go to Darwin."
"My God, is that where the job is?" asked the man.
She answered: "No sir; that's where the end of the queue is."
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