24/3/06
Posted: 24 Mar 2006, 13:02
The flute player.
While out on a hunting expedition, a man is climbing over a fallen tree when his shotgun goes off, hitting him straight in the groin. Rushed to hospital, he awakes from the anaesthetic to find the surgeon has done a marvellous job repairing his damaged member. As he dresses to go home, the surgeon wanders over and hands him a business card. ‘This is my brother's card. I'll make an appointment for you to see him.’ The guy is shocked. ‘But it says here that he’s a professional flute player,’ he says. ‘How can he help me?’ The doctor smiles. ‘Well,’ he says, ‘he’s going to show you where to put your fingers so you don't p*ss in your eye.’
While out on a hunting expedition, a man is climbing over a fallen tree when his shotgun goes off, hitting him straight in the groin. Rushed to hospital, he awakes from the anaesthetic to find the surgeon has done a marvellous job repairing his damaged member. As he dresses to go home, the surgeon wanders over and hands him a business card. ‘This is my brother's card. I'll make an appointment for you to see him.’ The guy is shocked. ‘But it says here that he’s a professional flute player,’ he says. ‘How can he help me?’ The doctor smiles. ‘Well,’ he says, ‘he’s going to show you where to put your fingers so you don't p*ss in your eye.’
