Male Headaches (It's my job)
Male Headaches (It's my job)
Date: Fri, 26 Sep 1997 13:22:02 +0600
Joe was moderately successful in the career, but as he got
older he was increasingly hampered by incredible headaches.
When his personal hygiene and love life started to suffer,
he sought medical help. After being referred from one
specialist to another, he finally came across a doctor who
solved the problem. "The good news is I can cure your
headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration.
You have a very rare condition that causes your testicles
to press up against the base of your spine. The pressure
creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the
pressure is to remove the testicles."
Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he has
anything to live for. He couldn't concentrate long enough
to answer, but decided he had no choice but to go under the
knife.
Afterward, although his mind was clear as he left the
hospital, he felt like he was missing an important part of
himself. As he walked down the street, he realized that he
felt like a different person. He could make a new
beginning and live a new life.
He walked past a men's clothing store and thought, "That's
what I need: a new suit." He entered the shop and told the
salesman, "I'd like a new suit." The salesman eyed him
briefly and said, "Let's see . . . size 44 long." Joe
laughed, "That's right, how did you know?"
The salesman responded, "It's my job."
Joe tried on the suit. It fit perfectly. As Joe admired
himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new
shirt?" Joe thought for a moment and then said, "Sure . ."
The salesman eyed Joe and said, "Let's see. . . 34 sleeve
and . . . 16 and a half neck." Joe was surprised, "That's
right, how did you know?"
"It's my job."
Joe tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. As Joe
adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How
about new shoes?" Joe was on a roll and said, "Sure . . ."
The salesman eyed Joe's feet and said, "Let's see. . . 9
and a half. . . wide." Joe was astonished, "That's right,
how did you know?"
"It's my job."
Joe tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly. Joe walked
comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, "How
about a new hat?" Without hesitating, Joe said, "Sure . . "
The salesman eyed Joe's head and said, "Let's see. . .
7 5/8." Joe was incredulous, "That's right, how did you
know?"
"It's my job."
The hat fit perfectly. Joe was feeling great, when the
salesman asked, "How about some new underwear?" Joe thought
for a second and said, "Sure . . " The salesman stepped
back, eyed Joe's waist, and said, "Let's see . . . . . .
size 36."
Joe laughed, "No, I've worn size 34 since I was 18 years
old."
The salesman shook his head, "You can't wear a size 34. If
you did, it would press your testicles up against the base
of your spine and give you one hell of a headache."
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