After suffering daily head aches for 18 years, Peter Panic decides to see a doctor. The Doctor refers him to a brain specialist who runs any number of tests and probes, examining Peter Panic's brain thoroughly.
When the test results are all in the specialist schedules a meeting with Peter Panic.
When Panic walks into the brain specialist's office he can tell by the look on the Doctors face the news is bad.
"Alright give it to me straight Doctor, can you tell what's been causing these head aches?" Panic asks.
"Unfortunately", the Dr. replies, "I can". You see Mr. Panic you suffer from a very rare testicular mutation known as ITM, Intravascular Testicle Migration. You see your testicles have migrated in such a way that they are being compressed against your spine, thus causing these constant and daily head aches."
"Oh, I see ... is there a , well you know, a cure?"
"That Mr. Panic is the unfortunate circumstance, you see the only known cure for ITM is castration.
"WHAT?, ha, ha you've got to be kidding me. You are kidding me, right?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Panic, but this is no laughing matter, if this condition continues you will be dead with in a year. I understand this is a very difficult decision for you Mr. Panic. But I can assure you the operation will end your head aches and prolong your life."
Panic leaves the hospital despondent and depressed, but after a few days thinking about it, about living longer and finally ending his constant, throbbing head ache, he decides to go through with the procedure.
After the operation he leaves the hospital feeling like a new man. For the first time in 18 years he has no ache in his head. He feels so good that he decides to celebrate by getting him self a new suit. He walks into the first men's clothing store he can find. An old man stoops out from behind the counter.
"Can I help you young man"?
"Yes, as a matter of fact you can. I'm celebrating my new life today and I want a new set of glad rags."
"Well, you've come to the right place, lets start with a color, I'll bet your looking for something green."
"Why yes, I am, how'd you guess?"
"I've been in the business a long time, now lets see how about a shirt, I'd say your a 33 long with a 16 and a half inch neck."
The old man comes back with a shirt that fits Peter Panic perfectly.
"That's amazing, how'd you do that?"
"Like I said son, I've been in the business for many years. Now for the trousers, I'd say 34 inch waist 33 inch inseam. And I'll just pick out a jacket for you while I'm at it."
The old man returns with a pair of pants and jacket that fit perfectly.
"This is incredible, how can you tell my size with out measuring?"
"I'm telling you young man, I've been in the business a long time. Well now that you've got your new suit you may as well get some shoes, I know, no need to tell me, 9 and1/2 W."
The old man runs off and returns with an absolutely perfect fitting pair of shoes.
"I'm not even going to ask how you could tell my shoe size just by glancing at my feet."
"I'm telling you, it comes from years and years of experience. Well now, since you have an entire new outfit, you may as well get some new underwear. I'd say you wear a 36."
"HA HA, your wrong on that one, I've worn size 32 underpants for the last eighteen years, HO, HO, HEE got you on that one."
"32? That's impossible. If you wore size 32 underpants, your testicles would get squashed up against your spine and give you a tremendous head ache."
When the test results are all in the specialist schedules a meeting with Peter Panic.
When Panic walks into the brain specialist's office he can tell by the look on the Doctors face the news is bad.
"Alright give it to me straight Doctor, can you tell what's been causing these head aches?" Panic asks.
"Unfortunately", the Dr. replies, "I can". You see Mr. Panic you suffer from a very rare testicular mutation known as ITM, Intravascular Testicle Migration. You see your testicles have migrated in such a way that they are being compressed against your spine, thus causing these constant and daily head aches."
"Oh, I see ... is there a , well you know, a cure?"
"That Mr. Panic is the unfortunate circumstance, you see the only known cure for ITM is castration.
"WHAT?, ha, ha you've got to be kidding me. You are kidding me, right?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Panic, but this is no laughing matter, if this condition continues you will be dead with in a year. I understand this is a very difficult decision for you Mr. Panic. But I can assure you the operation will end your head aches and prolong your life."
Panic leaves the hospital despondent and depressed, but after a few days thinking about it, about living longer and finally ending his constant, throbbing head ache, he decides to go through with the procedure.
After the operation he leaves the hospital feeling like a new man. For the first time in 18 years he has no ache in his head. He feels so good that he decides to celebrate by getting him self a new suit. He walks into the first men's clothing store he can find. An old man stoops out from behind the counter.
"Can I help you young man"?
"Yes, as a matter of fact you can. I'm celebrating my new life today and I want a new set of glad rags."
"Well, you've come to the right place, lets start with a color, I'll bet your looking for something green."
"Why yes, I am, how'd you guess?"
"I've been in the business a long time, now lets see how about a shirt, I'd say your a 33 long with a 16 and a half inch neck."
The old man comes back with a shirt that fits Peter Panic perfectly.
"That's amazing, how'd you do that?"
"Like I said son, I've been in the business for many years. Now for the trousers, I'd say 34 inch waist 33 inch inseam. And I'll just pick out a jacket for you while I'm at it."
The old man returns with a pair of pants and jacket that fit perfectly.
"This is incredible, how can you tell my size with out measuring?"
"I'm telling you young man, I've been in the business a long time. Well now that you've got your new suit you may as well get some shoes, I know, no need to tell me, 9 and1/2 W."
The old man runs off and returns with an absolutely perfect fitting pair of shoes.
"I'm not even going to ask how you could tell my shoe size just by glancing at my feet."
"I'm telling you, it comes from years and years of experience. Well now, since you have an entire new outfit, you may as well get some new underwear. I'd say you wear a 36."
"HA HA, your wrong on that one, I've worn size 32 underpants for the last eighteen years, HO, HO, HEE got you on that one."
"32? That's impossible. If you wore size 32 underpants, your testicles would get squashed up against your spine and give you a tremendous head ache."


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