Here’s a joke.
Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly towards a foursome of men playing the next hole.
The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll about in agony.
The woman rushed to the man and immediately began to apologise.
“Please allow me to help, I’m a physiotherapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allow me”, she told him.
“Oh no, I’ll be alright, I’ll be fine in a few minutes” the man replied. He was in obvious agony, lying in the foetal position, still clasping his hands together at his groin. At her persistence however, he finally allowed her to help.
She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his trousers and put her hands inside. She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked,” How does that feel?”
He replied, “It feels great… but my thumb still hurts like hell.”
Go on, groan away. But it’s the first time I’ve heard it.