The gynaecologist I chose was totally unprofessional but absolutely funny. She was, as the accountant of the past dream, tanned.

A huge private jet with Arab writings on the side arrives. The cabin crew should be more careful, they are too close to the engines. One of the engines is my washing machine. 

In a room full of my fellow students of all the schools I have been, someone asks me to speak Italian and they would reply back to me saying all the Italian words they'd' knew. It was hilarious.