I am an EMT and worked on an ambulance in Trenton for a few years. One of the places that we were frequently called to was a nursing home in town. We were in there so much that we got to know the staff and even some of the patients pretty well....especially John. John was "with it" but just a little too old to live alone and take care of himself. Over time he got to know some of our faces, including mine, and would always say hello when he saw us coming down the hall.
Well, one day, as we're picking up a patient I saw John walking down the hall with a really depressed look on his face and I asked him, "What's the matter John?" John's response was, "My dick died." I said "What?" His response once again was, "My dick died." I was in a hurry and didn't have time to chat about it so I just said that I was sorry to hear it and kept going. A few days later we were back in the nursing home again for another patient when I see John walking down the hall and I notice that he is "exposed." I said, "Do you feel a draft John?" And he just looked puzzled and said, "What?" I leaned over so as not to embarrass him and said, "John, your penis is hanging out of your pajamas." He looked at me and said, "well I told you my dick died right?"
And I said, "yeah." His response, "Well today's the viewing."