Two men, who’ve been good friends for years, go off hiking
over the Yorkshire Dales. They walk 20 miles during the
morning and stop for lunch at the Travellers Rest for
sandwiches and a few pints of beer. Of course, halfway
through the afternoon Bob is dying for a pee and rushes into
the undergrowth to relieve himself. All of a sudden Pete
hears a mighty scream and rushing over, he discovers that
Bob has been bitten on his todger by a rare snake.
“Don’t worry Bob, I’ll go and get help,” says Pete, and he
sets off for the nearest village. The doctor tells him that his
mate will die unless he acts immediately.
“You need to suck out all the poison from the wound as soon
Pete returns to Bob who’s lying there in agony.
“What did he say” asks Bob.
“Sorry mate, the doctor says you’re going to die.”