Blood And Sperm Donor Clinic Mixup


My mate Gareth went to a clinic down Basildon way to donate sperm yesterday. On the stairs he bumped into a young lady he vaguely knew, being she lived down his street. In a sultry voice she asked “What are you doing here?” to which he replied that he was going upstairs to give sperm. As it happens, it turned out that she was going downstairs to give blood.

“How much do you get for sperm?” she asked inquisitively. “Oh” Gareth replies “It’s £25.00 a pint”

“Wow” she sighs. “I only get a fiver for a pint of blood.”

The following week, Gareth is back at the clinic and bumps into the same woman on the stairs. “We must stop bumping into each other like this.” Gareth says with a smirk on his face. “What’s your name?” he asks.

Unfortunately she’s got her mouth full and can’t speak.

“Going downstairs to give blood again?” Gareth asks. She grabs a notepad from her handbag and scribbles “My name is Emma. Sorry, I can’t talk with my mouth full. But no, I’m going upstairs with you!”