One day a farmer caught a traveling salesman making love to
his
youngest daughter. Yelling "You son of a bitch!" he shot the
amorous
salesman in the groin with a .12-gauge shotgun. The screaming
salesman
quickly took off for town to find a doctor. He found one, but
the
physician took one look at the man's perforated pecker and told
him
that nothing could be done for him.
"Oh, please do something," begged the salesman. "I'm a rich man
and can
pay you anything."
"Sorry, son," said the doctor. "There's nothing I can do.
However,
there's a man across the street who might be able to help."
"Oh? Is he a specialist?" asked the salesman.
"No," said the doctor, "he's a piccolo player. He'll teach you
how to
hold it without letting any squirt out."
