n old man shambles into the waiting room at a doctor's office. He's been having problems recently with his health and this is the fourth time this week he's been to the doctor. He walks past the waiting patients, mothers and their ailing kids, fat men reading Vogue, and a scrawny little man afflicted by priapism, right up to the receptionist.

"I am here for my appointment," he says.

The receptionist looks at his aging body. "And what seems to be the problem?" she asks.

"There's something wrong with my penis." The waiting room goes silent. The mothers' cover their kids' ears. The fat men look up from an article on the latest spring fashions. The priapist glances over sympathetically.

The receptionist leans over her desk, embarrassed, and whispers, "Sir, you shouldn't say something like that in a crowded office."

"What am I supposed to do?" asks the old man, a little peeved.

"Well," responds the receptionist, "you could've said that you have a problem with your ear and then discussed it with the doctor privately."

"Oh, okay, let me try again." The old man walks out of the office, closing the door behind him. He returns moments later and says to the receptionist: "There's something wrong with my ear."

The receptionist nods approvingly. "Okay, what's wrong with your ear?"

"I can't piss out of it."

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