A Kiwi Who Got His Priorities Right
The Rugby World Cup is held every four years (it's on next year in New Zealand) and New Zealand have been World Champions more times than any other country. Tickets to the Tests, as the games are called, are scarce as hens' teeth.
Kiwi Ken, living in Australia managed to get tickets for the final Test series, but he wasn't feeling too good - bladder problems mainly - so he went along to his doctor. The doctor gave him a thorough examination and told him that he had long existing and advanced prostate cancer and the only cure was testicular removal. "No way, doc!" said Ken, "I'm getting a second opinion!"
The second Aussie doctor gave him the same diagnosis and also advised him that removing his testicles was the only cure. Not surprisingly, he refused the treatment again, but was devastated and wondered if he'd get to the Tests or if he should make out his will and leave his tickets to his brother.
Then someone told him about an expatriate New Zealand doctor and he decided to get one last opinion from someone he could trust.
The Kiwi doctor examined him and said, " Bro, you have definitely got prostate cancer."
"What's the cure then, doc?" asked Ken hoping for a different answer this time.
"Well," said the Kiwi doctor, "For starters, we're going to have to cut off your balls."
"Phew, thank god for that!" said Ken, "Those Aussie bastards wanted to take my Test Tickets off me!"
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Kiwi Ken, living in Australia managed to get tickets for the final Test series, but he wasn't feeling too good - bladder problems mainly - so he went along to his doctor. The doctor gave him a thorough examination and told him that he had long existing and advanced prostate cancer and the only cure was testicular removal. "No way, doc!" said Ken, "I'm getting a second opinion!"
The second Aussie doctor gave him the same diagnosis and also advised him that removing his testicles was the only cure. Not surprisingly, he refused the treatment again, but was devastated and wondered if he'd get to the Tests or if he should make out his will and leave his tickets to his brother.
Then someone told him about an expatriate New Zealand doctor and he decided to get one last opinion from someone he could trust.
The Kiwi doctor examined him and said, " Bro, you have definitely got prostate cancer."
"What's the cure then, doc?" asked Ken hoping for a different answer this time.
"Well," said the Kiwi doctor, "For starters, we're going to have to cut off your balls."
"Phew, thank god for that!" said Ken, "Those Aussie bastards wanted to take my Test Tickets off me!"
More like this from: http://www.yananow.net/troopc.htm