BMT (RIP)
04-13-2005, 13:39
A woman in her forties went to a plastic surgeon for a face-lift. The
surgeon told her about a new procedure called "The Knob," where a small knob
is placed on the top of a woman's head and can be turned to tighten up her
skin to produce the effect of a brand new face lift. Of course the woman
wanted "The Knob."
Over the course of the years, the woman kept tightening the knob, and the
effects were wonderful, and the woman remained young-looking and vibrant.
After fifteen years, the woman returned to the surgeon with two problems.
"All these years, everything has been working just fine. I've had to turn
the knob many times and I've always loved the results. But now I've
developed two annoying problems: First, I have these terrible bags under my
eyes and the knob won't get rid of them."
The doctor looked at her closely and said, "Those aren't bags, those are
your breasts."
"Well," She said, "I guess there's no point in asking about the goatee."
surgeon told her about a new procedure called "The Knob," where a small knob
is placed on the top of a woman's head and can be turned to tighten up her
skin to produce the effect of a brand new face lift. Of course the woman
wanted "The Knob."
Over the course of the years, the woman kept tightening the knob, and the
effects were wonderful, and the woman remained young-looking and vibrant.
After fifteen years, the woman returned to the surgeon with two problems.
"All these years, everything has been working just fine. I've had to turn
the knob many times and I've always loved the results. But now I've
developed two annoying problems: First, I have these terrible bags under my
eyes and the knob won't get rid of them."
The doctor looked at her closely and said, "Those aren't bags, those are
your breasts."
"Well," She said, "I guess there's no point in asking about the goatee."