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 Tracy asked if there was anything wrong. "Yes, Nurse Tracy" said Mr. Goldstein, "My private part 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 private part hanging out his pajamas, when he met Nurse Tracy. "Mr. Goldstein," she said, "You shouldn't be walking down the hall like that. Please put your private part back inside your pajamas." But, Nurse Tracy," replied Mr. Goldstein, told you yesterday that my private part died." "Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?" "Well," he replied, "today's the viewing."

 

At least it wasn't at the county morgue?

 

 

 

Brings new meaning to the term Mourning Wood.

 

I usually just call the EM NRB my idiot

 

I thought Private Part was in the military... I think he's related to Major Woody...

 

Nice one Raptor!

 

Short term memory is the second thing to go.

 

you're like the king of corny jokes arent you?