Q: How did you meet your husband?
A: I’m a pharmacist. He came to buy condoms and asked for XXXXL.
And only after we got married did I realize that he stutters…
A stutterer goes to his doctor for his annual check-up. His doctor says, “I just read in the latest issue of the New England Journal of Medicine that they’ve found the cause of stuttering. When a fetus is exposed to an abnormally high level of testosterone, the speech areas of the brain don’t develop normally. Say, abnormal fetal testosterone also causes the baby to develop unusually large genitalia. Could you drop your pants, please?”
The stutterer drops his trousers. The doctor is impressed. “Hmm,” the doctor thinks aloud. “It’s never been done—
“It probably wouldn’t work—
“But maybe if we did a penis transplant, getting you a smaller penis might cure your stuttering.”
The stutterer responds, “A-a-anything, d-d-doc, I-I-I’ll t-t-try a-a-anything!”
They go ahead with the operation. A month later the stutterer is back in the doctor’s office. His voice is smooth and resonant and his speech is completely fluent.
“My boss gave me a promotion to customer service manager. I won the Toastmaster’s Regional Championship. And I’ve been offered a part-time gig as an FM radio talk show host. But Doc, my self-esteem is terrible. I’m embarrassed to shower in front of other men at the health club. And I suspect that my wife has started an affair. Doc, I have to ask you: Is the operation reversible? Can I get my old penis back?”
And the doctor says…
“N-n-n-no w-w-w-way, ah-ah-a d-d-deal’s a d-d-d-deal!”