Somehow I forgot to read that thread before.
I’m dying here :D.
Ha ha. Glad you enjoyed. You’ll never look at the model name on the back of a car as you drive, the same way again - LOL
Can’t believe that thread was 8 years ago. Wow.
I’ve been asked to schedule my 5-year follow-up. I’ve reported on precious ones here.
Jokes:
Doc, thanks for finding that tv remote.
Doc, what’s your name?
Goldfinger.
Ask your colonoscopist how long he’s been “scoping for dollars”.
Those are Italian suppositories.
DUH. I meant previous ones.
Can’t believe no one has posted one of the very oldest jokes I know (I heard it and thought it was funny when I was about six…)
There was this guy with a glass eye who had the somewhat icky habit of taking it out and popping it into his mouth to clean it. One day, he accidentally swallowed it. He shakily found his spare and put it in, and the next day went to a proctologist without being too specific about his problem. The doc sets him up, runs the sigmoidoscope up his backside… and screams. “What’s the matter, doc?” the guy asks. “I don’t know,” the proctologist gasps. “I’ve looked up a lot of butts, but never one that looked back at me!”
Freudian slip? 
Ask him if he can do it in the Imax format.
Tell him you’re not worried cuz you know the camera loves you.
Well, I happen to be headed in to get the first violation tomorrow afternoon. Oh. Joy.
I plan to ask the Doc how my molars checked out after I come out of the beloved anesthesia fog…
You’re having an Upper US procedure.
And, of course, you need to review the Lemmiwinksepisode of “South Park”.
Did you hear about the constipated mathematician?
He worked it out with a pencil.
What do you do with a dead gastroenterologist?
Barium.
What is the definition of an endoscope?
A long black tube with an asshole at both ends.
Doc gave me a choice between an invasion of my personal space and a smear of shit. Since she was neither doing the invasion nor buying me dinner first, the smear kit is in my car.
A guy needs to maintain his standards.
The nice thing about my proctologist is his business is looking up. He has more time off and likes to get in 18 holes a day.
That’s very cheeky of him. Of course, he’s no longer allowed at his local golf course because last time he went, he and his friends used two golf carts; they got drunk and rectum.
…riding the python…
Sorry, it’s all I got.
Rectum? Damn near killed 'em!