I can think of no more frightening words for a man than these:
"You have cancer...in your penis..."
Let's face it: there isn't a man alive who would not, if given the choice, rather stare down 1,000 vicious Taliban fighters armed with nothing more than a wet noodle (oh no you didn't!) and a smile, than to hear that his beloved Johnson had become nothing but a deadly tumor hanging between his thighs.
Which brings us to the next question: if a doctor told you that in order to save your life he had to amputate your Willy, do you think you could live with the result?
Apparently, the answer for one man was a resounding "Hell NO!". Because he's suing the doctor who probably saved his life by removing his Babymaker before it killed him.
"You have cancer...in your penis..."
Let's face it: there isn't a man alive who would not, if given the choice, rather stare down 1,000 vicious Taliban fighters armed with nothing more than a wet noodle (oh no you didn't!) and a smile, than to hear that his beloved Johnson had become nothing but a deadly tumor hanging between his thighs.
Which brings us to the next question: if a doctor told you that in order to save your life he had to amputate your Willy, do you think you could live with the result?
Apparently, the answer for one man was a resounding "Hell NO!". Because he's suing the doctor who probably saved his life by removing his Babymaker before it killed him.













