A man wakes up in a hospital, bandaged from head to foot.
The doctor comes in and says, “Ah, I see you’ve regained consciousness. Now, you probably won’t remember, but you were in a huge pile-up on the motorway.
You’re going to be okay, you’ll walk again and everything, however, your penis was severed in the accident and the paramedics couldn’t find it.”
The man groans, but the doctor goes on… “You do have £9,000 in insurance compensation coming though, and we now have the technology to build a new penis.
They work great but they don’t come cheap. It’s roughly £1,000 an inch.
The man perks up.
So, the doctor says, “You must decide how many inches you want.
But understand that you have been married for over thirty years and this is something you should discuss with your wife.
If you had a five incher before and get a nine incher now, she might be a bit uncomfortable.
If you had a nine incher before and you decide to only invest in a five incher now, she might be disappointed.
Ill give you the night to consider your options.”
The doctor comes back the next day, “So, have you spoken with your wife?”
“Yes I have,” says the man.
“And has she helped you make a decision?”
“Yes,” says the man.
“What is your decision?” asks the doctor.
“We’re getting a new kitchen.”