The hunter walked over to a tree and propped up his gun to take a wizz.
Just then a gust of wind blew, the gun fell over, and discharged ...
shooting himself in the genitals.
Several hours later, lying in a hospital bed, he was approached
by his doctor. "Well sir, I have some good news and some bad news.
The good news is that you are going to be OK. The damage was local
to your groin, there was very little internal damage and we were
able to remove all of the buckshot.... ."
"What's the bad news?" asked the hunter.
"The bad news is that there was some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your penis. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister."
"Well I guess that isn't too bad," the hunter replied. "Is your
sister a plastic surgeon?"
"Not exactly," answered the doctor. "She's a flute player in
the West Virginia Symphony Orchestra. She's going to teach
you where to put your fingers so you don't pee in your eye."
