My Private Part Died ! ! !


> An old man, Mr Goldstein, was living the last of his life in a

>nursing home.
>
> One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. Nurse Tracy
asked

>if there was anything wrong.
>
> "Yes, Nurse Tracy," said Mr. Goldstein, "My private part died
>today, and I am very sad."
>
> Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little
crazy,
>she replied, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Goldstein, please accept my
>condolences."
>
> The following day, Mr. Goldstein was walking down the hall with
his

>private part hanging out of his pajamas, when he met Nurse Tracy.
>
> "Mr. Goldstein," she said, "You shouldn't be walking down the
hall

>like that. Please put your private part back inside your pajamas."
>
> "But, Nurse Tracy," replied Mr. Goldstein, "I told you
yesterday
>that my private part died."
>
> "Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your
>pajamas?" asked Nurse Tracy.
>
>
> "Well," he replied. "Today's the viewing." !