Constipation is no laughing matter—unless, of course, you’re sitting in a doctor’s office with a prescription that turns into a comedy sketch. Today’s joke is about a man, his medical problem, and a doctor who might have been better off working for NASA with the way he calculates everything!
The Story
A man, suffering from terrible constipation, finally decides he’s had enough and visits his doctor. With a serious face, he explains his condition in detail, hoping for quick relief.
The doctor listens carefully, then pulls out a pencil and a piece of paper. Instead of immediately prescribing something, he begins scribbling furiously, crunching numbers like a scientist about to launch a rocket.
He asks the man, “How are you going to get home?”
The man replies, “I’ll walk.”
The doctor nods and continues calculating. He factors in the walking distance, the location of the nearest public toilet, the probability of it being occupied, the man’s average walking speed, and maybe even the wind direction for good measure.
After 15 minutes of serious math, the doctor finally measures out a precise dose of laxative. He gives it to the man to drink immediately and says:
“Now leave the clinic right away and head straight home. Come back later and report the results.”
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The Twist
Thirty minutes later, the clinic door bursts open. The man stumbles back inside, drenched in sweat, walking in a strange waddle.
The doctor looks up and asks with curiosity,
“So… did everything work out as I calculated?”
The man groans,
“Doc, your math was perfect. The distance, the timing, the chances of the toilet being free—you nailed it all.”
The doctor beams with pride. “Excellent! Then what’s the problem?”
The man sighs,
“You forgot one thing in your calculations… I don’t walk that fast.”
The doctor quietly writes in his notes:
‘Next time: prescribe roller skates.’ 🤣
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And that’s today’s laugh! Moral of the story: sometimes life isn’t about precise calculations—it’s about running faster than your laxatives!
