A woman went to her doctor feeling unwell. After a complete physical, he told her everything was normal. “How’s your appetite?” he asked. “Great! I eat like a horse,” she replied. “And your sleep?” “About eight hours a night.” “And your bowels?” “Every morning at 7:20.” The doctor frowned. “Something’s happening that I can’t figure out. I’ll prescribe an antibiotic and see if it helps.” Inside her, three germs were listening. One said, “I’ll hide in the liver,” another chose the kidney, and the last one grinned, “You guys can stick around, but I’m taking the 7:20 out of here!”

Meanwhile, two doctors were treating a man with lung problems caused by smoking herbal cannabis. “But it’s herbal!” protested the patient. “Nature isn’t always innocent,” said Dr. Jenkins. “Apricot stones contain lethal cyanide. There’s even a plant in my garden—sit under it for five minutes and you’ll die. Just because it’s natural doesn’t mean it’s safe!” The patient left, promising to quit, and later the doctors had lunch. Dr. Smith asked, “Which plant kills you if you sit under it?” Dr. Jenkins smiled, “A water lily.”

A miracle doctor arrived in town, curing anyone of anything. Everyone was amazed, except for Bhola, the town grouch. He went to the doctor complaining, “Doc, I’ve lost my sense of taste!” The doctor handed him jar number 43. Bhola tasted it, spat it out, and yelled, “This is shit!” “Exactly,” said the doctor, “your sense of taste is restored.” Bhola left, furious, realizing he’d been tricked.

A month later, Bhola returned, this time saying, “Doc, I can’t remember anything!” The doctor began, “Ah, for that you need—” but before he could finish, Bhola bolted out of the office. He had learned his lesson: with this doctor, miracles came with a twist.READ MORE BELOW