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 foolish dog knocked the gun over.
It went off, and Ole took most of an ounce of #4 shot in the groin!
Several hours later, lying in a Duluth hospital bed, he came to and there
was his doctor, Sven.
"Vell Ole, I got some good news. And, I got 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 in da Minneapolis
Symphony Orchestra. She's going to teach you vhere to put your fingers,
so you don't piss in your eye!"