The worst job in the world has to be a gynaecologist, Imagine coming home from a long day at the office and your wife meets you at the door in a negligee and has a beautiful candlelight dinner set on the table, you would be saying to yourself, "Oh my, if I have to look at another one of those things today!"

A few years ago I was reading the obituaries and there was my name, even my middle name, Paul David Crawford, I told eveyone at the time that probably many people were reading the obituary, got half way through it, and then said, " Oh, damn, it ain't him at all!"

I'm the good looking one in the profile photograph !

Go figure, I was the only person in my club to not have the Intenet or E-mail, almost every meeting, it comes up that Paul is the only one without e-mail. I got a phone call one week that the meeting time was changed and I was there on time. The Chairman asked the others what the problem was, he sent an e-mail out to everyone. To a person, they all had some excuse, mainly the excuse was ,"Gee, I don't bother to check my e-mails, maybe once a week!".

This guy was lying in a hospital bed, he said to the nurse, " Gimmee a little kiss, will you?" She said, " No!" He persisted, "Aw,come on, one litle kiss won't hurt? " She again said, "No!" He wouldn't give up, " Just a little peck, that's all!" She said, " No, you don't understand, we are in a hospital, someone could come through that door at any time, I shouldn't even be giving you this hand job!"