So Charles Dickens walks into a pub.
The barman says to him: “All right Sir?"
“Not really," says Dickens, “I can’t think of a name for the main character in one of my books. Give me a Martini."
“Olive or twist?" says the barman.
I told my doctor that every time I bend down, I see Mickey Mouse and when I stand up, I see Donald Duck.
He said, "It's okay. You're just having Disney spells."
