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Non-Tech : J.B. Oxford -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Paul Viapiano who wrote (1987)	4/30/1999 1:15:00 AM
From: James H. Irwin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2220

Hey Paul...heard a great one the other day...goes something like this: One day this short seller...I mean feller named A. Little Goldfinger was travelling through southeast Asia and found himself in Singapore for a short stay. There, he had a liaison with a prostitute, and he found later that she had left him with more than just pleasant memories: He had the "Blue Fondue." He went to a doctor in the American quarter. After a thorough examination, the doctor shook his head. "Bad news, Little Goldie," he said. "Anitbiotics won't touch this one. I'm scheduling you for immediate surgery. We'll have to remove your penis." A. Little was a little shocked, to say the least. He obtained a second, then third opinion, all with the same grim conclusion. Wrestling with his dilemma, he wandered the streets in a deep funk. When he regained his senses, he found himself in the old Chinese section pushing his old buddy Odd Job around in a wheelchair, and ahead of him was the small shop of a traditional Chinese healer. They went in and A. Little Goldfinger explained his problem. The old, wizened healer examined him and began to consult ancient, dusty volumes, muttering to himself and shaking his head. Finally, he returned. "I know exactly your problem," he said. "You sleep with mangirl, but he/she very, very sick. Now you sick. Then you make big mistake, you go to American doctor. Trouble American doctor is, all they think is money, money, money." A.L. brightened with hope. "What do you mean, doc?" he said. "You mean I don't need surgery? I won't have to cover my stocks at a loss since I can't afford to cut my penis off?" "Forget what they say," said the healer, "Go home. No surgery, go home. Wait two, maybe three weeks. Pecker fall off all by himself." This is the comedy/hatred thread, right?