Ole was hunting geese up in the Minnesota woods. He leaned his old 12-gauge against the corner of the blind so he could take a leak. As lick would have it. his dog Dawson knocked the gun over and the gun fired. Ole took most of the ounce of #4 shot in the groin.Several hours later, lying in a Duluth hospital bed, he came to to find his doctor, Sven, attending him."Vell, Ole, I got some good news and some bad news," the doctor told him. "Da good news is dat you are going to be okay. Da damage vas local to your groin and dere vas very liddle internal damage. I was able to remove all da birdshot.""Vat's da bad news?" Ole asked."Da bad news is dat dere vas some pretty extensive pellet damage to your penis. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister Lena," Sven answered."Vell," Ole replied, "I guess dat's not too bad. Is your sister a plastic surgeon?""Not exactly," Sven said. "She's a flute player in da Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra and because you only got ObamaCare, she's gonna have to teach you where to put your fingers so you don't pee in your eyes." Jim Morris
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