Thursday, May 27, 2010
My Private Part Died
(Even an old man has an inner self image. This is mine!)
I was living in a nursing home.
One day I apparently appeared to be very sad and depressed.
Nurse Donna asked me if there was anything wrong,
'Yes, Nurse Donna ,' I said.
'My Private Part died today, and I’m very sad.'
Knowing her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Coffey. Please accept my condolences.'
The following day, I was walking down the hall with my Private Part hanging out of my pajamas.
I met Nurse Donna.
'Mr. Coffey,' she said, 'You shouldn't be walking down the hall like that. Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas.'
'But, Nurse Donna I can't.' I replied. 'I told you yesterday that my Private Part died.'
'Yes,' said Nurse Donna, 'you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?'
'Well,' I replied, 'Today is the viewing.'