Ole had a bit of a tough day down at his fish processing business. When running the slicer that took the heads of he somehow ran both hands through. All ten digits on his hands fell on the floor. Somehow he managed to use his nose to dial 911, and got outside. An ambulance arrived, he was packed in and taken to the emergency room. There a doctor stemmed the bleeding and then asked Ole where his fingers were.
"Back at the fish house," he answered.
"Good Lord man, if you had brought them we could re-attach them. With today's techniques you'd even be able to use them. Why on earth didn't you bring them?"
"Vell," said Ole, "how vould I pick 'em up?"
"Back at the fish house," he answered.
"Good Lord man, if you had brought them we could re-attach them. With today's techniques you'd even be able to use them. Why on earth didn't you bring them?"
"Vell," said Ole, "how vould I pick 'em up?"