Here's your hilarious joke:

A man discovers some weird fuchsia spots on his penis after returning from a pleasure trip to Xinjiang. So he sees his doctor, who has no clue what it is and sends the guy to his medical school mentor. The old mentor pages through some of his dusty books and finally identifies the disorder as a rare, China-specific venereal disease, the only cure for which is castration. "This is bullshit!" shouts the man. "I want somebody else's opinion!" So he goes to be examined by the medical school's rare diseases expert, who concurs with his colleague, and recommends a surgeon friend and a counselor for the castration procedure. The patient, clearly in denial at this point, storms out and goes to a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor, reasoning that if the disease is Chinese, it'll be cured with Chinese methods. The TCM doctor immediately identifies the spots. "And is it true what the doctors tell me? That the only treatment is castration?" "O, HAHAhuh, don't make me laugh. Did a Western doctor tell you that?" "Yeah," says the man, relieved for the first time in days. "Two of them actually." "It wouldn't surprise me. You know your Western doctors, if they're not trying to sell you a pill, they'll sell you a surgery. Always inventing problems to solve. But it won't be at all necessary." "Oh, thank god," exhales the man. "No, no. Hahaha. Just wait two weeks and it'll fall off all on it's own."

"Jo Robbin" Permalink