Ole leaned the old 16 gauge against the corner of the blind to take a
leak. As luck would have it, his foolish dog Dawson knocked the gun over, it went off and Ole took most of an ounce of #4 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 goot news and some bad news. Da goot 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 manhood. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister, Lena ."
"Vell, 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. And because all you have is Obamacare, She's going to teach you vhere to put your fingers, so you don't pee in your eye."