Another one:

A foetus, is having a drink in a bar with an embryo. A newly fertilized egg comes into the bar and the foetus says, "Jeez, I'm getting out of here!" and runs to hide in the toilets. The newly fertilized egg has a drink and then leaves. The foetus sheepishly comes out of the toilet, looking around nervously to check that the newly fertilized egg has gone.

"What's your problem?" asks the embryo. "You're a foetus and he was only a newly fertilized egg!"

"Aye," says the embryo, "but he's zygotic!

>That was cute :o)
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>>>Another cute one I got in email today:
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>>>A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.
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>>>'Miss Whack, I'd like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday.'
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>>>Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's okay, he knows the bank manager.
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>>>Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral. The frog says, 'Sure. I have this,' and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.
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>>>Very confused, Patty explains that she'll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office.
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>>>She finds the manager and says, ' There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral.'
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>>>She holds up the tiny pink elephant. 'I mean, what in the world is this?'(you're gonna love this)The bank manager looks back at her and says...
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>>>'It's a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan, His old man's a Rolling Stone.'(You're singing it, aren't you? :o)
>>>
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>>A big lump of freeway concrete, with steel reinforcements, is having a drink in a bar with a lump of urban paving. A flimsy, wobbly sheet of tarmac comes into the bar and the freeway concrete says, "Jeez, I'm getting out of here!" and runs to hide in the toilets. The sheet of tarmac has a drink and then leaves. The freeway concrete sheepishly comes out of the toilet, looking around nervously to check that the wobbly sheet of tarmac has gone.
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>>"What's your problem?" asks the lump of urban paving. "You're a big lump of freeway concrete and he was only a flimsy sheet of tarmac!"
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>>"Aye," says the lump of urban paving, "but he's a cycle path!"