Ole and Sven were out hunting pheasant on a nice sunny day in mid-October. Suddenly a blur of wings and a cackle sent three roosters vaulting into the azure sky. Sven, being a new hunter and overly-excited, fired too soon and hit his buddy Ole right in the groin. Ole gave a gasp and dropped over in pain. Sven picked him up and carried him to the truck where he raced to the hospital. Ole underwent 3 hours of surgery and awoke to see the doc looking down at him.
"Ole, I've got some good news and some bad news," said the doc.
" Give me the bad doc. I can take it!"
" Well, you took a full charge of #6 lead shot right into your groin and about 8 pellets struck your penis."
"Oh, my! Now what's the good news?"
" I'm going to recommend you go see my sister," said the doc.
" Why? Is she a plastic surgeon?"
"No, she's a piccolo player for the South Dakota Symphony Orchestra and she can show you how to hold it so you don't piss in your eye when you wake up!"