Posted by trevor (158.169.9.30) on June 18, 1999 at 05:22:28:
A young man suffered from the most blinding crippling headaches. He tried allsorts, specialists of every kind, and swallowed so many tablets he rattled as he walked along. Nothing worked. Finally in despair he consulted a doctor in Switzerland with a reputation for curing the incurable. After performing a long series of tests, the doctor pronounced. "There's only one thing for it, you will have to be castrated." The young man asked for time to think about such a drastic step, but realizing that sex with these headaches was out of the question, he eventually agreed.
Forty-eight hours later his undercarriage, and his headaches, were history.
Naturally he was a little depressed to think that his sex-life was at an end, and in a bar with a friend he was telling that he felt down, without of course saying why. "Go on a cruise," suggested the friend, "cheer yourself up a bit." After some reflection our hero books up and sets off. Three nights out of port he is strolling round the deck before dinner and hears a cry of distress. A woman has fallen overboard. He throws her a lifebelt, raises the alarm, and happily the lady is saved.
Later that evening at dinner, an old man comes up to our hero, and introduces himself as the lady's father. "I want to thank you for saving my daughter," he says, "I am a master tailor, and have dressed half the crowned heads of Europe. If you would allow me, I should like to make you a suit, as a token of gratitude. Come to my cabin tomorrow morning, and I will measure you, and I will make the suit as soon as I am back in London in my workshop."
The next morning the young man goes along to be measured. And he is measured indeed, every conceivable measurement is noted and neatly written down. "Only by doing this can I be certain of a perfect fit", explains the old tailor. Just as the young man is turning to leave, the old tailor asks, "One last thing, which side do you dress?"
"What do you mean?" asks the young man.
"Does your tackle dangle to the left, or to the right?" says the old man, "I need to know." Of course the young man is embarrassed, as he no longer dangles at all, "Does it make a difference then?" he says.
"All the difference in the world," replies the old fellow, "if you get it wrong, you get these blinding headaches........."