A blonde is pregnant

A blonde is pregnant, and is practically 9 months along.

She goes to see her doctor for a routine check-up, but she is worried.

She asks, “What if the baby starts coming, and I can’t get to the hospital in time?”

The doctor replies, “Well, woman have been having

babies for a million years without an attendance by doctors.

It’s a very natural process.

The first thing you do is to assume the same position you were laying in when you got pregnant.”

The blonde interrupts with, “Do you mean with the left foot in the

glove compartment and the right foot hanging out the window?”

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