There was once an aspiring veterinarian who put himself through veterinary school working nights as a taxidermist.
Upon graduation, he decided he could combine his two vocations to better serve the needs of his patients and their owners, while doubling his practice and, therefore, his income.
He opened his own offices with a sign on the door saying:
"Dr Jones, Veterinary Medicine and Taxidermy - Either way, you get your dog back."
Hunting was a big disappointment this past weekend. After exiting the main road my navigation device said, "Bear left", so I just went home.
The barbershop was crowded, so the woman at the cash register offered to put my name on the waiting list.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Stephen, with a P-H,” I said.
Minutes later, a chair opened up, and his name was called….."Pheven"?
I’m so tired of Millennials and their attitudes….
Always walking around like they rent the place.