Three plastic surgeons were conversing over cocktails one evening and the talk turned bragadocious.
"I once worked a case," began the first surgeon, "where a man lost control of his chainsaw severing both arms and all but a few sinewy strands of neck muscle and arteries. I put him back together and he's a concert pianist with the Boston Orchestra today."
The other two surgeons pondered this and one offered, "I once operated on a little girl who had lost all four limbs in a bus accident. I put her back together and she went on to win the bronze in gymnastics at the Sydney olympics."
The third surgeon smiled and said, "That's nothing. I was brought the remnants of a train and cowboy collision, nothing left but a horse's hind-quarter and a cowboy hat. I put them back together and he's president of the USA now."
"I once worked a case," began the first surgeon, "where a man lost control of his chainsaw severing both arms and all but a few sinewy strands of neck muscle and arteries. I put him back together and he's a concert pianist with the Boston Orchestra today."
The other two surgeons pondered this and one offered, "I once operated on a little girl who had lost all four limbs in a bus accident. I put her back together and she went on to win the bronze in gymnastics at the Sydney olympics."
The third surgeon smiled and said, "That's nothing. I was brought the remnants of a train and cowboy collision, nothing left but a horse's hind-quarter and a cowboy hat. I put them back together and he's president of the USA now."
