Bob's scrotum

[Sickko]

> >
> > The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express
> > praise for answered prayers. Suzie Smith stood and walked to the
> > podium. She said, "I have a praise. Two months ago, my husband, Bob,
> > had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed.
> > The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help
> > him." You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as
> > they imagine the pain that poor Bob must have experienced. "Bob was
> > unable to hold me or the children," she went on, "and every move caused
> > him terrible pain." We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate
> > operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the
> > crushed remnants of Bob's scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in
> > place." Again, the men in the congregation cringed and squirmed
> > uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Bob.
> > "Now," she announced in a quivering voice, "thank the Lord, Bob is out
> > of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should
> > recover completely." All the men sighed with unified relief. The pastor
> > rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had something to say.
> >
> >
> > A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium.
> > He said, "I'm Bob Smith." The entire congregation held its breath. "I
> > just want to tell my wife the word is sternum."
> >