The Third Rose

A very sexually active woman tells her plastic surgeon that she wants
her vaginal lips reduced in size because they were flapping in the breeze.
Out of embarrassment she insisted that the surgery be kept a secret and
the surgeon agreed.

Awakening from the anesthesia after the surgery she found three roses
carefully placed beside her on the bed.

Outraged, she immediately calls in the doctor. "I thought I asked you
not to tell anyone about my operation!"

The surgeon told her he had carried out her wish for confidentiality and
that the first rose was from him: "I felt sad because you went through
this all by yourself."

"The second rose is from my nurse. She assisted me in the surgery and
empathized because she had had the same procedure done some time ago."

"And what abou t the third rose?" she asked.

"Oh, that rose is from a man upstairs in the burn unit. He wanted to
thank you for his new ears."

what the heck was that?

Ewwww