Barry, a New Zealander, was on the dole in Australia but about to fly home to watch the Rugby World Cup and was not feeling well, so he decided to see a doctor.
“Hey doc, I don’t feel so good, aye” said Barry.
The doctor gave him a thorough examination and informed Barry he had long existing, and advanced, prostate problems and the only cure was testicular removal.
“No way doc,” replied Barry. “I’m gitting a sicond opinion aye!”
The second Aussie doctor gave Barry the same diagnosis and also advised him testicular removal was the only cure.
Not surprisingly, Barry refused the treatment.
Barry 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 and said: “Barry Bro, you huv Prostate suckness aye.”
“What’s the cure thin doc?” asked Barry, hoping for a different answer.
“Wull, Barry,” said the Kiwi doctor “Wi’re gonna huv to cut off your balls.”
“Phew, thunk god for thut!” said Barry, “those Aussie b*stards wanted to take my test tickets off me!”