A couple of women were playing golf one sunny Saturday afternoon. The first of the twosome teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly towards a foursome of men playing the next hole. Indeed, the ball hit one of the men, and he immediately clasped his hands together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in evident agony. The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologise. She explained that she was a physiotherapist:
“Please allow me to help, I’m a physiotherapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d just allow me” she told him earnestly.
“Ummph, oooh, nnooo, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few minutes,” he replied breathlessly as he remained in the foetal position still clasping his hands together at his crotch. But she persisted, and he finally allowed her to help him.
She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, she loosened his trousers, and she put her hands inside. She began to massage his crotch. She then asked him: “How does that feel?”
To which he replied: “It feels great, but my thumb still hurts like hell!”