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Abie, a rather shy and retiring gentleman who lives slightly southwest sent this
one about a doctor in Dublin.

Dr. Callahan was going to be away overnight and decided to leave his assistant in charge.

"Murphy, I am going fishing tomorrow and don't want to close the clinic. I want you to take
care of the clinic and of all me patients."

"Yes, sir!" answers Murphy.

Dr. Callahan goes fishing and returns the following day.

He asks: "So,Murphy, how was your day?"

Murphy told him that he took care of three patients. "The first one had a headache, he did,
so I gave him Paracetamol."

"Bravo, Murphy lad, and the second one?" asks the doctor

"The second one had indigestion and I gave him Gaviscon, sir." says Murphy.

"Bravo, bravo! You're good at this. And what about the third one?" asks the doctor.

"Sir, I was sitting here and suddenly the door flies open and a young gorgeous woman bursts
in, she does. Like a bolt outta the blue, she tears off her clothes, taking off everytin including
her bra and her bloomers. Then she lies down on the table, wiggles her legs and shouts:
HELP ME, for the love of St Patrick! For five years I have not seen any man!'"

"Tunderin' Lard Jesus, Murphy, what did you do?" asks the doctor.

Says Murphy: "Put drops in her eyes, I did."
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