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Mon Jan  4 14:38:34 1982
A pun from the Windy City
Izzy was getting on in years, and had a terrible digestive problem.
Every night when he got in bed with his wife, Bernice, he would let
out an enormous amount of gas, accompanied by the sound: *HONDA*!

As their fiftieth wedding aniversary approached, Bernice said to Izzy, "Izzy,
soon we'll be married fifty years, and I still can't smoke in bed.  Won't
you see a doctor about your problem?"  Izzy was reluctant, but bowed to
the inevitable.

His family physician was baffled, however, and said, "Look, Izzy, I could tell
you I know what the problem is, but I'd be a liar.  I'm sending you to a
specialist, Dr. Yakamoto.  He's the best."

Izzy did as he was told, and went to see Dr. Yakamoto.  After Izzy introduced
himself and explained his problem, Yakamoto nodded sagely and asked Izzy to
step into the examining room.  Their dialogue follows:

Yakamoto: Please to open mouth.
Izzy: 	  But the problem is with my... uh... other end, doctor.
Yakamoto: I know.  Please to open mouth.
(Izzy complies.)
Yakamoto: Ah so, as I thought.  You have abscess.
Izzy:	  But doctor, what does that have to do with gas?
Yakamoto: Well known medical fact, abscess make the fart go honda.


						-- DJ Molny
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