Friday joke----------------------

After her sixth child, Lucy decided that she should have some cosmetic
surgery down below to restore herself to her former youthful glory
because her bomb doors were dangling a bit too low and looked like a
ripped out fire place.

Time and childbirth had taken its toll and she reckoned that with six
children now being the limit she should tidy things up with a nip here
and a tuck there, so it looked more like a piggy bank slot rather than a
badly packed kebab.

Following the operation she awoke from the anaesthetic to find three
roses at the end of her bed. Who are these from? She asked the nurse.
They're very nice but I'm a bit confused as to why I've received them.

Well, said the nurse, the first is from the surgeon the operation went
so well, and you were a model patient that he wanted to say thanks.

Aaahhh, that's really nice said Lucy.

The second is from your husband. He's delighted the operation was such a
success that he can't wait to get you home. Apparently it'll be the
first time he's touched the sides for years and he's very excited.

Brilliant! Said Lucy, and the third?

That's from Eric in the burns unit, said the nurse, and he just wanted
to say thanks for his new ears.