A rerun.
Phil was moderately successful golfer, but as he got older, he was increasingly hampered by incredible headaches. While his golf, personal hygiene and love life started to suffer, he managed to push on, but when his game turned really sour, he finally sought medical help.
After being referred from one specialist to another, he finally came across a doctor who solved the problem.
“The good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration,” the doctor said. “You have a very rare condition which causes your manhood to press up against the base of your spine. The pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure and allow your swing to work again is to remove your manhood.”
Phil was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything left to live for, but figured at least he could play reasonable golf again. He decided he had no choice but to go under the knife.
After the surgery, he left the hospital with a clear mind, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning, swing free and live a new life.
He went to the golf club for a drink and as he walked past the pro shop thought, “That’s what I need: a new outfit.”
He entered the shop and told the salesman, “I’d like some new golf slacks.”
The salesman eyed him briefly and said, “Let’s see. Size 44 long.”
Phil laughed, “That’s right, how did you know?”
“It’s my job,” the salesman responded.
Phil tried on the slacks, they fit perfectly. As Phil admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, “How about a new shirt? I’ve got some great new Nicklaus stock.”
Phil thought for a moment and then said, “Sure.”
The salesman eyed Phil and said, ”Let’s see… 34 sleeve and 16.5 and neck.”
Phil was surprised, “That’s right, how did you know?”
“It’s my job,” he said.
Phil tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. As Phil adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, “How about new shoes? We just got new stock with soft spikes.”
Phil was on a roll and agreed. The salesman said, “Let’s see. Size 9.5, wide.”
Phil was astonished, “That’s right, how did you know?”
“It’s my job,” the salesman repeated.
Phil tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly. Phil was feeling great, when the salesman asked, “How about some new underwear? I’ve got some great new imported stock.”
Phil thought for a second and said, “Sure.”
The salesman stepped back, eyed Phil’s waist and said, “Let’s see… size 36.”
Phil laughed, “No, I’ve worn size 34 since I was 18 years old.”
The salesman shook his head, “You can’t wear a size 34. Every time you swing it would press your manhood up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache.”
Phil was moderately successful golfer, but as he got older, he was increasingly hampered by incredible headaches. While his golf, personal hygiene and love life started to suffer, he managed to push on, but when his game turned really sour, he finally sought medical help.
After being referred from one specialist to another, he finally came across a doctor who solved the problem.
“The good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration,” the doctor said. “You have a very rare condition which causes your manhood to press up against the base of your spine. The pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure and allow your swing to work again is to remove your manhood.”
Phil was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything left to live for, but figured at least he could play reasonable golf again. He decided he had no choice but to go under the knife.
After the surgery, he left the hospital with a clear mind, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning, swing free and live a new life.
He went to the golf club for a drink and as he walked past the pro shop thought, “That’s what I need: a new outfit.”
He entered the shop and told the salesman, “I’d like some new golf slacks.”
The salesman eyed him briefly and said, “Let’s see. Size 44 long.”
Phil laughed, “That’s right, how did you know?”
“It’s my job,” the salesman responded.
Phil tried on the slacks, they fit perfectly. As Phil admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, “How about a new shirt? I’ve got some great new Nicklaus stock.”
Phil thought for a moment and then said, “Sure.”
The salesman eyed Phil and said, ”Let’s see… 34 sleeve and 16.5 and neck.”
Phil was surprised, “That’s right, how did you know?”
“It’s my job,” he said.
Phil tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. As Phil adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, “How about new shoes? We just got new stock with soft spikes.”
Phil was on a roll and agreed. The salesman said, “Let’s see. Size 9.5, wide.”
Phil was astonished, “That’s right, how did you know?”
“It’s my job,” the salesman repeated.
Phil tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly. Phil was feeling great, when the salesman asked, “How about some new underwear? I’ve got some great new imported stock.”
Phil thought for a second and said, “Sure.”
The salesman stepped back, eyed Phil’s waist and said, “Let’s see… size 36.”
Phil laughed, “No, I’ve worn size 34 since I was 18 years old.”
The salesman shook his head, “You can’t wear a size 34. Every time you swing it would press your manhood up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache.”
