A brain surgeon walk into a bar

“So… what do you do?”, he asks everyone. On every answer, he replies, “well, that’s fine and dandy. But it’s not exactly brain surgery, is it?

After a few rounds of mocking other people’s jobs, he encounters a skinny guy he knew as a kid. A new victim! he thinks.

But then the skinny guys quips, “nothing like a beer after a hard day’s work at the space center.” The brain surgeon pales.

“So what do you do?” the skinny guy asks.

“I’m a brain surgeon”.

“Sweet, but… it’s not exactly rocket science, is it?”

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