I just had a heart transplant and was getting instructions from my doctor.
I was placed on a strict diet, denied tobacco and alcohol, and advised to get at least eight hours sleep a night.
“What about my sex life?” I asked. “Will it be all right for me to have intercourse?”
“Only with your wife,” said the doctor. “We don’t want you to get too excited.”
I have an uncle who’s a window dresser. That’s what the family calls him, ‘a window dresser’. The police call him an exhibitionist.