Mr Goldstein

An old man, Mr. Gold stein, 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. Gold stein,

“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. Gold stein, please accept my condolences.”

The following day, Mr. Gold stein was walking down the hall with his private part hanging out of his shorts, when he met Nurse Tracy.

“Mr. Gold stein,” she said, “You shouldn’t be walking down the hall like that.

Please put your private part back inside your shorts.”

“But, Nurse Tracy,” replied Mr. Gold stein,

“I told you yesterday that my private part died.”

“Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your shorts?” asked Nurse Tracy.

“Well,” he replied. “Today’s the viewing.