dammit
February 27th, 2006, 01:13 PM
Three surgeons are dining together and after a few drinks begin to boast about their skills.
The first tells about a young man who was brought to him with all his fingers severed in a terrible lawn-mower accident. "No-one thought I could do it," said the surgeon, "but after I'd finished with him his hands were as good as new - why, he went on to become a concert pianist!"
"Impressive," said the second surgeon. "Almost as impressive as when I re-attached the severed legs of a young woman who'd been in a big car crash - she went on to become a prima ballerina."
"Hmmn, not bad going," said the third surgeon. "I recall a terrible case I had to deal with some years ago, a young fellow rode his horse straight into a combine harvester. There was nothing recognisable left except the horse's arse and a cowboy hat. I did my best work - and that young man went on to become the president of the United States."
The first tells about a young man who was brought to him with all his fingers severed in a terrible lawn-mower accident. "No-one thought I could do it," said the surgeon, "but after I'd finished with him his hands were as good as new - why, he went on to become a concert pianist!"
"Impressive," said the second surgeon. "Almost as impressive as when I re-attached the severed legs of a young woman who'd been in a big car crash - she went on to become a prima ballerina."
"Hmmn, not bad going," said the third surgeon. "I recall a terrible case I had to deal with some years ago, a young fellow rode his horse straight into a combine harvester. There was nothing recognisable left except the horse's arse and a cowboy hat. I did my best work - and that young man went on to become the president of the United States."