Arthritis?
A man came hobbling into the doctor's waiting room, assisted by his wife. The poor bloke could hardly move. He was bent over and grimacing with pain as he shuffled along, his hands like two rigid claws.

The receptionist looked on sympathetically. "Oh dear," she said. "Arthritis with complications?"

"No," said the bloke's wife. "Do-it-yourself with concrete blocks."

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