A man wakes up in the hospital, bandaged from head to foot. The doctor
> comes in and says, 'Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now, you
> probably won't remember, but you were in a pile-up on the freeway..
> You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything, but.....
> something happened. I'm trying to break this gently, but the fact is,
> your willy was chopped off in the wreck and we were unable to find
> it.'
>
> The man groans, but the doctor goes on, 'We have the technology now
> to build you a new
> willy that will work as well as your old one did -better in fact! But
> the thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It's $1000 an inch.'
>
> The man perks up at this. 'So,' the doctor says, 'it's for you to
> decide how many inches you want.. But it's something you'd better
> discuss with your wife. I mean, if you had a five inch one before, and
> you decide to go for a nine incher, she might be a bit put out. But if
> you had a nine inch one before,and you decide only to invest in a five
> incher this time, she might be disappointed. So it's important that
> she plays a role in helping you make the decision.'
>
> The man agrees to talk with his wife. The doctor comes back the next
> day.'So,' says the doctor, 'have you spoken with your wife?'
>
> 'I have,' says the man.
>
> 'And has she helped you in making the decision?'
>
> 'Yes, she has,' says the man.
>
> 'And what is it?' asks the doctor.
>
> 'We're getting granite countertops.'
