Ole was hunting geese up in the slough. He
leaned the old 16 gauge against the corner of the blind to take a leak. As
luck would have it, the foolish dog knocks the gun over, it goes off and Ole
took most of an ounce of # four shot in the groin. Several hours later,
lying in a Duluth hospital bed he comes to, and there is his doctor, Sven.
"Vell, Ole, I got some goot news and some
bat news. Da goot news is dat you are going to be OK. Da damage vas local to
your groin. Dere vas very little internal damage, and ve vere able to remove
all of da shot."
"Vhat's the bat news?," asks Ole.
"Da bat news is dat dere vas some pretty
extensive shot damage done to your penis. I'm going to have to refer you
to my sister, Lena ."
"Vell, I guess dat isn't too bad," says
Ole. "Is your sister a plastic surgeon?"
"Not exactly," Sven says. "She's a flute
player in the Minnesota Symphony Orchestra. She's going to teach you vhere
to put your fingers so you don't pee in your eye."
A man is as unhappy as he has convinced himself he is.