There’s A Penis in My Pocket


From the title of this story, I’ll bet you think I’m a pervert or a serial murderer or at the very least, I sell body parts on the side. You’d be wrong on all counts.  I teach anatomy to medical students.

I love medical students. I really do.  I‘ve  taught them for 30 years and never left a lab without  a new story to tell at the dinner table, even though tales of human anatomy and embalmed bodies would not be considered a polite dinner conversation in most homes. But my husband is a physician, and my children could recite the Latin names for all their fingers by the time they were three.  So it was pretty normal.

At the beginning of an ordinary lab, students dribble in, chattering and laughing and bringing with themselves the smell of scrubs and lab coats that haven’t been washed since the first Iraq War. My nose doesn’t register it anymore because my nasal epithelia has become embalmed over the years.  Following an introduction to the lab material by me, the students don their gloves, get out their instruments, uncover the body, and lay their lab directions on whatever body part is the driest.

Most days, my stories from the lab are rather simple. For example, at least once a year a student dumps a bucket of embalming fluid collected from the bodies on my feet and into my shoes. I tell them never to wear sandals in the lab for this reason. Since the students never realize that you need more than one scalpel per semester, they counter the dull blade by exerting extra pressure to make a cut. This results in flying broken blades and the inevitable blood spatter.  I am the second largest user of Band-Aids outside of the hospital.

This particular day, we were dissecting the genitalia, always a fun lab, especially since the men refuse to touch the penis but the women seem to have a pretty good time of it. A male student from another room came up to chat. He told me he appreciated my lecture that day, along with a few other compliments, driveling on until it became crystal clear that he was shoveling cow manure and I told him to go back to his lab.  

At the end of the lab, another male student came up to me and asked, “Dr. Granger, have you looked in your pocket?”

“No, not recently,”

“Well, would you?”

I looked in my pocket. There was a penis there, rather large and neatly severed at its root. I asked, “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

The medical student flushed to the roots of his hair and said, “I didn’t do it! It was a bet. But we figured we’d better retrieve it before you took your lab coat off.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out who put it there?  I figured there had to be some reason why your table mate spent so much time telling me what I already know.”

“But if I hadn’t told you, how could you have figured it out?”

“Simple deduction.  Match the penis to the body missing one. Find your names on the table assignments.”

“Are we in trouble?”

What I wanted to say was, You bet your sweet gluteus maximus you are. But imagining the whole scene before the Honor Court was more than I could bear. “May it please the court, this large penis was placed in my pocket…”  Just the thought of having to whip that thing out was repugnant.  

“If you return the body part and promise never to do anything like this again, I will seriously try to forget you ever did it,” I finally replied and left for the ladies room so I could laugh without witnesses.


24 thoughts on “There’s A Penis in My Pocket

  1. Noelle, love this post. It is absolutely hilarious. I could just imagine your average Aussie bloke heading to the hills for this exercise. They might look like Crocodile Dundee on the outside but there’s a fortified line in the sand when it comes to going anywhere another bloke’s bits.
    By the way, I worked in health for a year as a communicator in HIV/Sexual Health which also had its moments, although none came anywhere near yours!! However, there was the day a sachet of lube got stuck in our printer. The caused a few laughs.


    • This is one story I was not sure people would like, but I had to write it. I think the average American man would also cringe reading this story – even most of the medical students have hangups, except for the women. I noticed over the years that the women were doing the dissecting down there, while the men just watched!
      Thanks so much for following my blog!

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      • You’re welcome I really enjoyed it. I follow a few medical blogs and they also follow me, which is great to increase understanding between doctors and patients and share a few funny stories…and nightmares as well I guess.


      • I taught medical students for 40 years – the new generation (last ten years or so) are amazing. Kind, responsive, people-oriented. I delighted in teaching them. My own MDs were selected from previous years, based on what I knew about them from the teaching. So three of my physicians are former students. I like that they are younger than I, so they won’t retire on me!


  2. LMAO, Noelle! Not sure we’ve met before, but I’m Zoe’s human (I would say Master, but she’s sitting right here on my desk, eyeing me). I finally got the laptop away from her! Anyway, I have to admit the title drew me in, too! I’ve been in the medical field all my life and all things clinical are interesting to me…at the dinner table or anywhere else! So, I really appreciated this story, thanks for sharing it! (Still LMAO)


    • Hi Emily! Quite a character you’re a human for. I’m so glad you enjoyed this post. I was hesitant about sharing it, but figured maybe there would be a few medical professionals out there who would like it!
      Of course now, with all the PC stuff going on, this kid would probably be in big trouble, as could I, if I didn’t report him. But I’d probably still just give him a warning.


  3. Diane Clavareau-Vandenberghe

    OMG! Started laughing. I remember the University in 1958… Was created in 1956. We were only a few students and at lunch and dinner all sections were present. One of the girls was studying law and she was terribly “selfsufficient” and boring to the others. So the Medical students offered her a present for her birthday. Not realizing that it would be a joke, she opened the paper, the box, and discovered the ear of a chimp! Screamed! Threw the whole thing on the ground and went to complain about her companions. In the meantime the ear had disappeared and they all said they had never seen any ear of whatever monkey in the building. Even the men who were serving he meals were looking absolutely innocent! The “victim” never became a lawyer…


  4. What a great after dinner story, thank you for sharing.
    At Culinary school when I was a student (many moons ago) on a dare one of the male students took a large turkey neck and attached it to the front of his chef’s trousers and then turned around suddenly to startle female students and make them scream.


    • Most of my friends went ugh! when they read this, but I remember having a laughing fit afterward. Of course now, things are different. If the student had dared do it, he would be in deep, deep trouble. I handled harassment issues for the medical school for a long time, and most of them were nicely and privately solved by sitting down and talking to the offender and offendee.


  5. Anthony Larffarello

    I think putting your penis in a shirt pocket feels good and comfoble if you stuff two pillows in a pillow case put on a few long sleeve shirts on that has a pocket or two flip upside down slide your penis in that shirt pocket you will feel the pocket hugging you pocket as you hump or moving back and forth making your penis go in and out I promis you will injoy it but get it out if you feel you cum is coming out it’s better then storking with your hand


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