A couple of women were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning. The first
of the twosome teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly
toward four men playing the next hole.
Indeed, the ball hit one of the men, and he immediately clasped his hands
together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in
evident agony. The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to
apologize. She explained that she was a physical therapist: “Please allow
me to help. I’m a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain
if you’d just allow me!” she told him earnestly.
“Ummph, oooh, nnooo, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few minutes,”
he replied breathlessly as he remained in the fetal position still clasping
his hands together at his crotch. But she persisted,and he finally allowed
her to help him. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side,
she loosened his pants, and she put her hands inside. After a short massage
she asked him, “How does that feel?”
To which he replied: “It feels great, but my thumb still hurts like hell!”
Robert Kenyon, Reform's candidate for Makerfield. Would you let him in your house?

