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(Cannot remember the origin, but this was my 'favorite' tasteless joke to
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tell for many years)
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Seems a mute was walking down the street one day and chanced upon a friend
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of his (also a mute). In sign language, he inquired how his friend had been
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doing.
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The friend replied (vocally!) "Oh, can that hand-waving shit. I can talk now."
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Intrigued, the mute pressed him for details. Seems he had gone to a
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specialist, who, seeing no physical damage, had put him on a treatment
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program that had restored the use of his vocal chords.
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Gesturing wildly, the mute asked if he might meet this specialist. They got
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an appointment that very afternoon.
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After an exam, the specialist proclaimed that there was no permanent damage,
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that the mute was essentially in the same condition as his buddy, and that
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there was no reason why he couldn't be helped as well.
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"Yes, yes" signed the mute. "Let's have the first treatment right now!"
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"Very well," replies the specialist. "Kindly go into the next room, drop
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your pants and lean over the examining table. I'll be right in."
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The muts does as instructed, and the doctor sneaks in with a broomstick,
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mallet and jar of Vaseline. Greasing the broom handle, he "sends it home"
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with a few deft swipes of the mallet.
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The mute jumps from the table, screaming "AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
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"VERY good," smiles the doctor. "Next Tuesday, we start with 'B'"
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/ Steven Swinkels //--
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