Hypochondriac
By Herman the hypochondriac began sobbing before a doctor. “I’m sure I’ve got a liver disease, and I’m gonna die from it.”
“Ridiculous,” said the doctor. “You’d never know if you had the disease or not. With that ailment there’s no discomfort of any kind.”
“Right,” said Herman. “Those are my exact symptoms.”
Submitted by Calamjo
Edited by Yisman
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