Hang 'Em High
Read this and make your own decision.

One morning a couple of weeks ago one of my son's office mates shows up with a huge bulge in his pants. Looks like he took a couple of dozen Viagra tablets and is still trying to figure out how to work off the excess. Obviously he has some explaining to do. Here's his story:

He wakes up in the night with a real bad urge to pee. He gets out of bed and hikes into the bathroom to let fly. The toilet is inside a little nook with a door. When he goes in to take a leak he instinctively closes the door behind him. He does his thing and, when he turns around to go back to bed, he forgets the door is closed. He slams into the door and then slips on the tile floor. Now you may wonder how slipping on tile can cause a guy's groin to spring out of shape. Is he sexually attracted to door knobs or what. Fact is, the doorknob doesn't do a thing. The real problem is the coat hanger hanging by its end on the knob. As he falls, the hook part of the coat hanger catches his scrotum and rips it to shreds. Imagine his surprise. He gets out of bed to take a piss and winds up neutered! He rolls around on the floor, bleeding like a stuck pig, trying to stuff 'em back into the sack and simultaneously figure out if he's still got a pecker and what to do next. Even in the midst of his agony, he's feels too embarrased to call the EMTs. Logic finally wins out and he dials 911. The paramedics haul him to the hospital where he gets 25 stitches and a magnificent bandage that makes him look like he's got two extra large baking potatoes stuffed in his pants.

So, is that what really happened? How could a simple coat hanger do that much damage? Why would a guy who lives by himself close the door behind him? Why didn't his shorts protect those family jewels? There must be another answer. What do you think?