A man is having terrible headaches

A man is having terrible headaches

So a man is having terrible headaches. These have been going on for years –and they just keep getting worse. When the headaches strike the poor man can’t work, he can’t sleep, he can’t bare light or sounds or even touch. The poor guy sees doctor after doctor and tries every therapy from yoga to prescription pain killers . . . nothing helps.


Finally the man hears of special clinic in Switzerland. He makes an appointment, flies to Switzerland, sees the doctor and gets examined up and down . . . they touch him, poke him, scan him . . . . they give him reflex tests and gagging tests and neurological tests and tests he has no idea what the purpose is. Finally, the doctor comes to him and says, “We have good news and bad news.” The man, thinking he must have a brain tumor or cancer responds, “Just tell me doc, what’s the bad news? How long do I got?”

“No, you don’t understand,” the doctor says, “we can cure your headaches.” “You can!” the man exclaims, “that’s the best news in the world!!” But the doctor goes on, “to cure you, we need to castrate you.”


The patient reflexively covers his genitals and says that he has to think about this. He flies home, but it is no use. The headaches are worse than ever. He can’t eat, he can’t sleep – he can’t have sex. Finally he calls the clinic and arranges for the procedure.

The operation is a success. The man recuperates in Switzerland for a few weeks and prepares to go home. On his last day in the country he wanders into a small tailor shop and orders a custom suite to celebrate his new, pain free life. The tailor, an old Jewish guy measures his waist and chest, his arms and neck and wrists, his inseam and his outseam, everything . . . finally, after all the measurements, the tailor asks, a little delicately, “Which way do you hang?” “What?” the man asks, “What do you mean?”

“Your testicles – do you let then hang on the left or the right?”
“Oh, I had them surgically removed.”
“I’m sorry, but before that, how did your tailor do your suites?”
“One on either side,” the man replied.
“Really!” Exclaimed the tailor, “You must have had terrible headaches”