98.6

Though it had never happened before, Dr. Jones was so smitten with his lovely if naive young patient, Mrs. Smith, that he just knew he had to have her. Telling her that he needed to take her temperature, he took his member in hand and slipped it inside her.

Just then, Mr. Smith walked in. "Hey!" he yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Thinking frantically, Dr. Jones replied, "Taking your wife's temperature, of course!"

Mr. Smith closed the door and picked up a scalpel from the cabinet. "Okay, Doctor," he said. "You know best. But when you pull that thing out, there better be numbers on it!"