MY PRIVATE PART
DIED
An old
man, Mr. Wallace, was living in a nursing
home.
One day he
appeared to be very sad and
depressed.
Nurse
Tracy asked him if there was anything wrong, 'Yes,
Nurse Tracy ,' said Mr.
Wallace.
'My
Private Part died today, and I am very
sad.'
Knowing
her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a
little crazy, she replied, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr.
Wallace. Please accept my
condolences.'
The
following day, Mr. Wallace was walking down the hall
with his Private Part hanging out of his
pajamas.
He met
Nurse Tracy. 'Mr. Wallace,' she said, 'You shouldn't
be walking down the hall like
that.
Please put
your Private Part back inside your
pajamas.'
'But,
Nurse Tracy I can't,' replied Mr. Wallace. 'I told you
yesterday that my Private Part
died.
'Yes,'
said Nurse Tracy , 'you did tell me that, but why is
it hanging out of your
pajamas?'
'Well,'
he replied, 'Today is the
viewing.'
