Two friends decided they would beat the draft by having all their teeth pulled. They knew the army would not take them if they were toothless.
Finally the day came when they were to report to the draft board. As they lined up they were separated by a big truck driver who obviously had not bathed for weeks. When the first friend stood before the sergeant for a physical examination he told the sergeant that he had no teeth. The sergeant ran his fingers around the man's gums and said, "All right, you have no teeth--you're 4F."
Next came the big, smelly truck driver. The sergeant said, "What's wrong with you?"
The truck driver replied, "I have a terrible case of piles."
The sergeant inserted his fingers in the truck driver's ass, felt around, and said, "Yes, indeed you do; you're 4F."
Next came the second friend, and the sergeant said, "What's wrong with you?"
The recruit stared at the sergeant's finger. 'Nothing, Sergeant," he said. "Nothing at all."
