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09-14-2007, 09:52
After their baby was born, the
panicked father went to see the obstetrician. "Doctor," the man said, "I
don't mind telling you, but I'm a little upset because my daughter has
red hair. She can't possibly be mine. "Nonsense," the doctor said. "Even
though you and your wife both have black hair, one of your ancestors may
have contributed red hair to the gene pool." "It isn't possible," the man
insisted. "This can't be, our families on both sides had jet-black hair
for generations. "Well," said the doctor, "let me ask you this. How
often do you have sex?"
The man seemed a bit ashamed. "I've been working very hard for the past
year. We only made love once or twice every few months." "Well, there you
have it," the doctor said confidently. "It's rust."
panicked father went to see the obstetrician. "Doctor," the man said, "I
don't mind telling you, but I'm a little upset because my daughter has
red hair. She can't possibly be mine. "Nonsense," the doctor said. "Even
though you and your wife both have black hair, one of your ancestors may
have contributed red hair to the gene pool." "It isn't possible," the man
insisted. "This can't be, our families on both sides had jet-black hair
for generations. "Well," said the doctor, "let me ask you this. How
often do you have sex?"
The man seemed a bit ashamed. "I've been working very hard for the past
year. We only made love once or twice every few months." "Well, there you
have it," the doctor said confidently. "It's rust."