Humour — 05 October 2017

Years of smoking finally caught up with Kenneth one morning when he keeled over at work, clutching his heart.

He was rushed to a nearby hospital and peppered with questions.

“Do you smoke?” asked the attending doctor.

“No,” Kenneth whispered. “I quit.”

“That’s good,” said the doctor approvingly.

“When did you quit?”

“Around 9:30 this morning.”

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