A man’s twin brother was quite taken
with body image. As time passed, he
grew somewhat thinner. The man,
worried about him and wanting to nip

a potential problem in the bud, consult-
ed the beloved but very old and somewhat
doddering family physician. The physician
stated that while he was no expert in

eating disorders he did love puns and
thought he had just the right one. The
physician said that humor is sometimes
the best medicine. So the man, who

knew that his brother at one time had
been quite taken with Eastern religions
especially Hinduism, decided to tell
his brother the following even though

he remained a bit skeptical: Mahatma
Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot
most of the time, which produced an
impressive set of calluses on his feet.

He also ate very little, which made him
rather frail and, with his odd diet, he
suffered from bad breath. This made him
a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by

halitosis. The brother looked daggers
at the man, stuck a Listerine breath
strip in his mouth and rushed from
the room. The man assumed that that

had not been very helpful even though
it was a pretty funny pun. The next
day after a family conference, they
decided to retire the beloved family
physician.