NAAH; it won’t kill’em, just make their junk ROT.
At ease disease, there’s fungus among us.
“NAAH; it won’t kill’em, just make their junk ROT”
Old Buddy Hackett joke (not safe for fragile folks):
A guy wakes up, goes to the bathroom and notices his member is colored a green and red plaid, so he rushes off to his doctor.
The doctor examines him and says, “Bad news. We’re going to have to cut it off.”
He doesn’t like the sound of that, so he goes to see several more doctors, but they all say the same thing, “We’ve got to cut it off.”
The guy is walking dejectedly down the street after his visit to the last doctor, when he passes by a Chinese herbalist shop. In the window are all kinds of preparations for all kinds of diseases, some of which he had never heard of before, so he decides to give it a shot.
He goes in and talks to the old guy behind the counter. He tells him his problem, and that all the doctors say he has to get it cut off. The old guy agrees to take a look, and after a long time, he says, “No. You no need to get it cut off.”
The guy was ecstatic, thanking the old man over and over.
Then the old guy says, “You no need to get it cut off. It fall off by itself.”