Ole - Minn-ta-so-ta Da goose a hunting
Ole was hunting geese up in the slough.
He leaned the old 12 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 buckshot 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 good news and some bad news.
The good news is dat yur gonna be OK. The damage was local to yur groin, there vas very little internal damage, and ve were able to remove all of the buckshot.
"Vat's the bad news?" asks Ole.
"The bad news is dat there vas some pretty extensive buckshot damage done ta yur poor old penis.
I'm gonna have ta refer you ta my sister, Lena.
"Vell, I guess dat isn't too bad," says Ole.
"Is your sis a plastic surgeon?
" Not zactly," Sven says. "She's a flute player in the Minnesota Symphony Orchestra. "
She's a gonna teach ya vare to put yur fingers sos ya don't piss in yur eye."