Ole was hunting geese up in the slough. He leaned the old 16 gauge against the corner of the blind to take a leak. As luck would have it, the foolish dog knocks the gun over, it goes off and Ole took most of an ounce of # four shot in the groin. Several hours later, lying in a Duluth hospital bed he comes to, and there is his doctor, Sven.
"Vell, Ole, I got some goot news and some bat news. Da goot news is dat you are going to be OK. Da damage vas local to your groin. Der vas very little internal damage, and ve vere able to remove all of DA buckshot."
"Vhat's the bat news?," asks Ole.
"Da bat news is dat dere vas some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your pecker. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister, Lena."
"Vell, I guess dat isn't too bad," says Ole. "Is your sister a plastic surgeon?"
"Not exactly," Sven says. "She's a flute player in the Minnesota Symphony Orchestra. She's going to teach you vhere to put your fingers so you don't piss in your eye."