One spring day two men were out in the woods hunting. Feeling a sudden need to relieve himself, George wnet over to a nearby clump of bushes, unzipped his fly, and started in when a poisonous snake lunged out of the greenery and bit him on his prick. HEaring George's howl of pain and fright, his friend Fred came running up and told him to lie still while he rushed into town for a doctor.
"There's only one way to save your friend's life," said the doctor gravely. "If you cut and 'X' over the bite and suck all the poison out, he'll probably be okay, but otherwise there's not much hope."
Hearing Fred's footsteps, George rose weaklyp on one elbow and cried out, "Fred, what'd the doctor say?"
"George, old friend," said Fred sadly, "he said you're gonna die."