This guy has had migraine headaches, killer migraines, all his adult life. He’s tried just about every cure imaginable to cure them but to no avail. Even so, he’s still managed to make a lot of money. One day he was telling a friend that with all his money, he still couldn’t find a cure and how unfair life is because of that. His friend thought that perhaps the guy was ready to take the final exit. Being a good friend, he told the dude about an eccentric doctor.
“This doctor can cure anything, man! I mean anything, you name it and he can cure it. The only thing is, the cures are, well, they’re kind of odd.”
The rich man decided that he’d give the medical profession one last chance and went to the eccentric doctor. The doc went through the dude’s entire medical history to ensure all the less extreme methods that migh work had been tried. Well, they had. So the doctor told him, “The only thing that’ll work for you is castration. I know it’s an extreme cure, but it will work.”
The rich man thought about it and decided that he’d had enough years of constant migraines. Actually, it was just one migraine that had never let up. So, the doctor performed the operation.
The rich man was immediately cured! He was thrilled and gave a huge amount of money to the whacky medico and walked out of the building. The first thing he saw was a fancy men’s clothing store. He decided that being a new man, he should get himself some new clothes (I wonder if there was a half price sale notice?). He walks into the store and the tailor walks up and asks the traditional, “Are you being served?” Now, this tailor is a bit odd too, as he doesn’t have a tape measure.
The rich guy tells him to measure him for a suit jacket. The tailor just looks at him and says, “Let’s see…42 sleeve.” The rich guy exclaims, “That’s exactly right! How did you do that without a measure?” The tailor just shrugs and says, “It’s a gift, sir.”
The same thing occurs for the suit slacks and the fancy shirts. The tailor packs up the newly purchased clothing and the man notices a display of quite expensive undershorts. He says to the tailor, “How about a few pairs of those also?” The tailor says, “Very well, sir. Let’s see…36 waist, I believe.”
“You finally got one wrong!” shouted the man. “I wear 34 waist.”
“Oh, no, sir. That can’t be right. If you were to wear underwear that tight, you’d have a terrible migraine.”