A Kiwi was living in Aussie but about to fly home to New Zealand to witness the mighty All Blacks win the Rugby World Cup. However, he wasn’t feeling very well do decided to have a checkup before his trip.
He went off to the doctor, telling him: “Hey doc, I’m feelin’ a bit crook, eh”.
The doctor gave our intrepid New Zealander a thorough examination and informed him he had advanced prostate problems and that the only cure was testicular removal.
“No way doc … I’m getting a second opinion, eh”, he replied.
The second Aussie doctor gave him the same diagnosis and also advised him that testicular removal was the only cure.
Not surprisingly, the treatment was once again refused.
By now, our rugby-loving Kiwi was devastated, but with the Rugby World Cup just around the corner he found an expat Kiwi doctor and decided to get one last opinion from someone he could trust.
The Kiwi doctor examined him: “Yer prostate’s rooted mate … we’re gonna have to cut off your balls”.
“Thank God for that,” the Kiwi shouted, “those Aussie bastards wanted to take my test tickets off me!”