THE DUCK HUNTER
A duck hunter was out enjoying a nice morning on the marsh when he decided to take a leak. He walked over to a tree and propped up his gun. Just then a gust of wind blew the gun fell over and it discharged, shooting him in the genitals.
Several hours later, lying in a hospital bed, he was approached by his surgeon.
"Well sir, I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you are going to be OK. The damage was local to your groin, there was very little internal damage and we were able to remove all of the buck shot.
"The bad news is that there was some pretty extensive damage done to your penis. I'm going to have to refer you to my brother."
"Oh, well, I guess that isn't too bad," the man replied. "Is your brother a plastic surgeon?"
"Not exactly," answered the surgeon. "He's a flute player with the local symphony. He's going to teach you where to put your fingers so you don't pee in your eye."
A duck hunter was out enjoying a nice morning on the marsh when he decided to take a leak. He walked over to a tree and propped up his gun. Just then a gust of wind blew the gun fell over and it discharged, shooting him in the genitals.
Several hours later, lying in a hospital bed, he was approached by his surgeon.
"Well sir, I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you are going to be OK. The damage was local to your groin, there was very little internal damage and we were able to remove all of the buck shot.
"The bad news is that there was some pretty extensive damage done to your penis. I'm going to have to refer you to my brother."
"Oh, well, I guess that isn't too bad," the man replied. "Is your brother a plastic surgeon?"
"Not exactly," answered the surgeon. "He's a flute player with the local symphony. He's going to teach you where to put your fingers so you don't pee in your eye."
gotta like that one
