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There was a doctor whose specialty was circumcisions. He was something of a packrat, and could never bring himself to throw the foreskins away, so he kept them in a jar of formaldehyde (sp?), and added to it everytime he performed a circumcision.
Many years later, he decides to retire. He's cleaning out his office, and he comes across the jar, which is now completely filled with foreskins. He still doesn't want to throw it away, and figures that maybe something can be made out of it. So he takes it to a tailor and asks him to make whatever he can with it. The tailor tells him no problem, come back tomorrow and it will be done.
The doctor returns the next day, and the tailor proudly hands him a wallet.
The doctor is not pleased. "A wallet?" he exclaims, "There were literally thousands of foreskins in that jar, and all I have to show for it is a lousy wallet?"
"Take it easy", the tailor responds, "If you rub it a little, it turns into a briefcase!"
Many years later, he decides to retire. He's cleaning out his office, and he comes across the jar, which is now completely filled with foreskins. He still doesn't want to throw it away, and figures that maybe something can be made out of it. So he takes it to a tailor and asks him to make whatever he can with it. The tailor tells him no problem, come back tomorrow and it will be done.
The doctor returns the next day, and the tailor proudly hands him a wallet.
The doctor is not pleased. "A wallet?" he exclaims, "There were literally thousands of foreskins in that jar, and all I have to show for it is a lousy wallet?"
"Take it easy", the tailor responds, "If you rub it a little, it turns into a briefcase!"