After 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 childbirth 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 anesthetic 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."
