“Breasts John. Breasts.”


I have in the past  enjoyed telling  people a story about a friend of mine that is a plastic surgeon.  He had considered doing neurosurgery after his general surgery residency but changed his mind to pursue plastic surgery. I was telling a group of women one night at a party that when I asked my friend, “What made you finally decide to be a plastic surgeon Mike?” He said:

“Breasts, John. Breasts. I love breasts.”

This always gets a good laugh, but on this evening one of the clever ladies asked me, as the laughter was waning, “So tell us John, why did you choose urology?”

I have stopped telling that story.

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