jane

> > After the birth of her sixth child, Jane decided that she should have
> > some cosmetic surgery "down below" to restore herself to her former
> > youthful glory because her bomb doors were dangling a bit too low and
> > looked like a ripped out fireplace. Time and children had taken its toll
> > and she reckoned that, with six children now being the limit, she'd tidy
> > things with a nip here and a tuck there so it looked more like a piggy
> > bank slot rather than a badly packed kebab. Following the operation she
> > awoke from her anaesthetic to find three roses at the end of the bed.
> > "Who are these from?" she asked the nurse, "They're very nice but I'm a
> > bit confused as to why I've received them." "Well" said the nurse, "The
> > first is from the surgeon - the operation went so well and you were such
> > a model patient that he wanted to say thanks."
> >
> > "Ahhh, that's really nice" said Jane.
> > "The second is from your husband - he's delighted the operation was such
> > a success that he can't wait to get you home. Apparently it'll be the
> > first time he's touched the sides for years and he's very excited!"
> > "Brilliant!" said Jane. "And the third?" "That's from Eric, a patient in
> > the burns unit," said the nurse. "He just wanted to say thanks for his
> > new ears."





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