This fellow had been suffering from excruciating headaches for some
time, and finally went to a doctor. After a thorough exam, the physician called the fellow into his office and said, "Well,
I'm not exactly sure what is causing your headaches, but we've found a cure for them: you'll have to be
castrated."
The man, needless to say, was taken aback, and told his doctor that he believed he would try to
bear the pain. But as time went on, the headaches only got worse, and finally, the poor fellow was driven back to the
doctor.
"All right, I guess I'll have the operation," he said.
When it was all over, the man
was understandably depressed, and his physician told him, "I recommend you begin life anew. Start over from this
point."
So the man decided to take the advice and went to a men's shop for a new set of clothes. The
proprietor said, "Starting with the suit, looks like you take about a 38-regular."
"That's right,"
exclaimed the man, "How'd you know?"
"Well, when you've been in the business as long as I have, you get
pretty good at sizing a man up," replied the salesman. "Now, for a shirt, looks like about a 15
long."
"Right again," the man said.
The proprietor suggested, "And for undershorts, I'd
say a size 36."
"There's your first mistake," the man said, "I've worn 34's for years."
"No,
you're a size 36 if I've ever seen one," said the owner.
The man replied, "I ought to know what size undershorts I
wear, and I'll take 34."
The owner replied, "Well all right, if you insist, but they're going to pinch
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