I'm in... We're in... Count us
Okay, a man's driving down the
road with his son and they get
in a crash. Two ambulances come
and take the man and his son to
different hospitals. Son goes
into the operating room, the
doctor looks at him and says, 'I
can't operate on this boy. He's
my son.' How's that possible?
The clock's ticking boys...
Father didn't sneak back in,
right? He's still at the other
It ain't 'Star Trek,' Earl. No
one beamed him aboard.
The men think harder.
son's daughter -
It's a family riddle, Earl. Think
Give us a little hint.
The doctor's a woman.
Standing just inside the door -- she's a fresh-faced
beauty in her early thirties, and she's got all new
everything the sport of golf requires: new bag, new
clubs, new shoes, new clothes, new visor... she looks
like she stepped out of an ad in Golf Digest. And all
The doctor is the son's mother.
Feminists pose the riddle to
reveal how deeply our sexual
(directly to Tin Cup)
I take it you're a feminist?
spell. The regulars wait for Tin Cup's response.
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