Mr. Goldstein

Mr. Goldstein

Mistress Gatta • 4 במרץ 2005

An old man, Mr. Goldstein, was living the last of his life
in a nursing home. One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed.

Nurse Stacy, asked if there was anything wrong.




"Yes, Nurse Stacy, " said Mr. Goldstein, "My


penis died today, and I am very sad."




Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little
crazy, she replied, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Goldstein,
please accept my condolences.




The following day, Mr. Goldstein was walking down the hall
with his penis hanging out of his pajamas, when he met Nurse
Stacy.




"Mr. Goldstein, " she said, "you shouldn't


be walking down the hall like this. Please put your penis
back inside your pajamas."




"But, Nurse Stacy, " replied Mr. Goldstein,


"I told you yesterday that my penis died.




"Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out
of your pajamas ?" asked Nurse Stacy.




"Well, " he replied. "Today's the
viewing."