So, the bartender gives him directions to the local brothel. The customer
was so drunk, he misreads the directions and accidentally goes into the
office of a foot doctor.
The receptionist at the counter asks, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I want some service," states the drunk. She sends him to one of the
examination rooms and tells him to put it on the table.
The drunk goes in and places his manhood on the exam table. When the doctor comes in, the
startled podiatrist sees the man's member on the table and she says, "That's not a foot!"
The drunk replies, "Give it time, lady, give it time."
Which reminds me of the one about the Scotsman being asked by a young girl what he wore under his kilt (Yes, I know it's another old one Keith you have heard forty three times before).
He told her to put her hand up and see, which she did. "Argh, its gruesome" she screamed.
hey androcles, I thought you were going to use the
other old chestnut about what is worn under the kilt
and the scotsman said. Nothing its all in good
working order. regards Roger