Scotsman calls the dentist....

[bluecollar2]

SCOTSMAN

A Scotsman phones a dentist to inquire about the cost for a tooth extraction ..

"85 for an extraction, sir" the dentist replied

.

"85! Huv ye no' got anythin' cheaper?"

"That's the normal charge," said the dentist.

"Wit aboot if ye didnae use any anaesthetic?"

"That's unusual, sir, but I could do it and knock 15 off."

"Whit aboot if ye used one of your dentist trainees and still without an anaesthetic?"

"I can't guarantee their professionalism and it'll be painful. But the price could drop to 40."

"How aboot if ye make it a trainin' session, ave yer student do the extraction, with the

other students watchin' and learnin'?"

It'll be good for the students", mulled the dentist. "I'll charge you 5, but it's going to be very traumatic."

"Och, now yer talkin' laddie! It's a deal," said the Scotsman."

"Can ye confirm an appointment for my wife next Tuesday then?"

[niyad]

1. . . .

[OAITW r.2.0]

2. ...snort...

[cornball 24]

3. Hope he made the appointment for best time for extraction-TOOTH HURTY!

[PJMcK]

4. That's even worse than the OP's joke!

Well done.

[homegirl]

5. As a first generation American

of 100% Scottish ancestry I am offended. All the Scots I have had contact with here in the USA and in Scotland have been generous, kind and open minded. I find this offensive. What would the reaction be if this was about a Jewish man or a black man?

[BSdetect]

6. It is a "racist" and offensive so called joke. If you think its not then you are part of the problem

Yes, we know Scots are not a race.

[cinematicdiversions]

9. If Scots were a race they would be last. NT

[Ron Obvious]

7. As P.G. Wodehouse said in one of his books...

It's seldom really difficult to tell the difference between a ray of sunshine and a Scot with a grievance.

[cinematicdiversions]

8. I love Scotland.

For the first time ever I saw the Scotch in their natural habitat. I’d seen them huddling in stations before, being loud but. . .this time I was surrounded. Everywhere I went it felt like they were watching me; fish-white flesh puckered by the Highland breeze; tight eyes peering out for fresh meat; screechy, booze-soaked voices hollering out for a taxi to take ‘em halfway up the road to the next all-night watering hole. A shatter of glass; a round of applause; a sixteen-year-old mother of three vomiting in an open sewer, bairns looking on, chewing on potato cakes. Finest Tuesday morning I have ever spent”