A retired man went into the Job Center in
Downtown Denver, and saw a card advertising
for a Gynecologist's Assistant.

Interested, he went in and asked the clerk for details.
The clerk pulled up the file and read; "The job entails
getting the ladies ready for the gynecologist.

You have to help the women out of their underwear, lay them
down and carefully wash their private regions, then apply
shaving foam and gently shave off the hair, then rub in
soothing oils so they're ready for the gynecologist's
examination."

"The annual salary is $65,000, and you'll have to go
to Billings, MT, that's about 550 miles from here."

"Good grief, is that where the job is?"

"No sir -- that's where the end of the line is right now."

A national airline recently introduced a special recession rate for wives who accompany their husbands on business trips. Anticipating some valuable testimonials, the airline's publicity department sent letters to all the wives of businessmen who used their special rate, asking how they enjoyed their trip.
Responses poured in, mostly asking "What trip?"

ROFLMAO! two good ones!