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.'
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.'