By dint of frequent bad girls, a man grabbed all possible venereal disease, and as he has not treated her bistouquette is in a sorry state. He finally resolved to finally see a doctor who said:
- Sir, in the state where it is, it must be cut.
- Never! I care too much ... And he will see a great teacher, which confirms.
- It must be cut!
- No! We have so many memories together ... He consulted the most eminent English, German,
Italian, Swiss. And all repeated.
- It must be cut! That is when he recommends an American doctor who is, apparently, miracles. The man has all his savings, crossed the Atlantic and went to the consultation last chance. The practitioner examines at length. In the end, the poor demand in a trembling voice:
- You think he should cut it, Doctor?
- Absolutely not! Overjoyed, the other says
- Are you sure?
- Definitely. Stand on a chair, jump, it will fall on its own!