Ollie was out in his > pasture in northern Minnesota, when he took a > lightning-quick kick to his crotch from a cow. > Writhing in agony, he fell to the ground. As > soon as he could manage, he took himself to the doctor. > Ollie said, "How bad > is it Doc? I'm going on my honeymoon next veek and > my fiancé, Lena, is still a Virgin ... in every > vay." > > The doctor told him, "Ollie, I'll have to put your > willy in a splint to let it heal, and to keep it straight. > It should be okay next week, but leave it on dere as > long as you can." The doctor took four > tongue depressors and formed a neat little 4 sided splint, > and taped it all together ... quite an impressive work of > art. > > Ollie mentioned none of this to Lena, they were married > and went on their honeymoon to > Duluth. That night in their room at > the Motel 6, Lena ripped open her blouse to reveal her > beautiful, untouched breasts. She said, "Ollie > ... you're the first vun! No vun has EVER seen > deez." Ollie immediately dropped > his pants and replied, "Look at dis Lena ... still > in da crate!" > |