"I'm going to get married next week and what will I do on the honeymoon night?" the future groom asked in desperation.
"No problem," said the doctor. "It's not permanent, you'll just have to have it in a splint for a week or so."
The doctor went about making a splint of four tongue depressors and wrapped them around the injured member and the man went home and prepared for the wedding.
The wedding was perfect, the reception was grand, and at last they arrived at the honeymoon suite and the big night was to begin. The bride shyly removed her clothes and stood naked in waiting for her husbands admiration.
"You have beautiful breasts," he said to her.
"My breasts have never been touched by any man, they are virginal," she cooed as he removed his clothes and stared at the splinted member.
"Ah, yes, and so is this," he said of his splinted whosis. "and so is this. It's still in the crate."