HUNTING GEESE UP IN THE MINNESOTA WOODS
Ole was hunting geese up in the Minnesota woods. He leaned the old 16 gauge against the corner of the blind to take a leak. As luck would have it, his stupid dog knocked the gun over, it went off, and Ole took most of an ounce of #4 buckshot in the groin.
Several hours later, lying in a Duluth hospital bed, he came to moaning.... and there was his doctor, Sven Johannson.
"Vell Ole, I got some good news and some bad news. Da good news is dat you are going to be OK. Da damage vas local to your groin, dere was very little internal damage, and I vas able to remove all of da buckshot."
"What's the bad news?", asks Ole
"The bad news is dat dere vas some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your pecker. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister, Lena ."
"Well, I guess that isn't too bad," says Ole. "Is your sister a plastic surgeon?"
"Not exactly," Sven says. "She's a flute player and she's
going to teach you vhere to put your fingers, so you don't pee in your eye."
Ole was hunting geese up in the Minnesota woods. He leaned the old 16 gauge against the corner of the blind to take a leak. As luck would have it, his stupid dog knocked the gun over, it went off, and Ole took most of an ounce of #4 buckshot in the groin.
Several hours later, lying in a Duluth hospital bed, he came to moaning.... and there was his doctor, Sven Johannson.
"Vell Ole, I got some good news and some bad news. Da good news is dat you are going to be OK. Da damage vas local to your groin, dere was very little internal damage, and I vas able to remove all of da buckshot."
"What's the bad news?", asks Ole
"The bad news is dat dere vas some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your pecker. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister, Lena ."
"Well, I guess that isn't too bad," says Ole. "Is your sister a plastic surgeon?"
"Not exactly," Sven says. "She's a flute player and she's
going to teach you vhere to put your fingers, so you don't pee in your eye."
