INT. DAY. DOCTORS.
DOCTOR: A Mr Midas is it? What seems to be the problem.
MIDAS: Everything I touch turns to gold.
DOCTOR: Tried gloves?
MIDAS: Yep. They went golden.
DOCTOR: Ok. What about not touching anything?
MIDAS: Easier said than done. My wife went in for a masectomy last month after I grabbed her breast.
DOCTOR: My god. Sounds like a bit of a passion killer.
MIDAS: Sex can be difficult. I've got a personal wanker though and he holds it when I need to pee too.
DOCTOR: Have you thought of amputation?
MIDAS: I thought of it last night when I grabbed a maid on the ass.
DOCTOR: I'm sorry but I dont think I can help you.
MIDAS: No probs doc.
THE PAIR SHAKE HANDS.
DOCTOR: Aargh! This isn't the golden handshake I wanted.
MIDAS: Ooops! Sorry doc. Your eyesight will still be good though.
DOCTOR: How come?
MIDAS: 24 carats. I'll leaf you alone now.
ENDS.