Erghhh, still not a Doctor Mr Singh?

Have you heard of Mr. Santa Singh applying to a medical school to become a
doctor?

Needless to say he never made it. Do you know why?

These are the answers he wrote in his entrance exam:

Antibody - against everyone

Artery - The study of the paintings.

Bacteria - back door to a cafeteria.

Cesarean section - a district in Rome.

Cardiology - advance study of poker playing.

Cat scan - searching for lost kitty.

Chronic - neck of a crow.

Coma - punctuation mark.

Cortisone - area around local court.

Cyst - short for sister.

Diagnosis - person with slanted nose.

Dilate - the late British Princess Diana.

Dislocation - in this place.

Duodenum - couple in blue jeans.

Enema - not a friend.

Fake labor - pretending to work.

Genes - blue denim.

Hernia - she is close by.

Impotent - distinguished/well known.

Labor pain - hurt at work.

Lactose - people without toes.

Lymph - walk unsteadily.

Microbes - small dressing gown.

Obesity - city of Obe.

Pacemaker - winner of Nobel peace prize.

Proteins - in favor of teens.

Pulse - grain.

Pus - small cat.

Red blood count - Dracula.

Secretion - hiding anything.

Tablet - small table.

Ultrasound - radical noise.

Urine - opposite of you're out.

Varicose - very close


:cheer:Apologies to all the Singhs out there...I still have great Sikh friends too!!! :biggrin: