Disco in her crotch?

This also may have something to do with yesterday being 4/20, but I had a dream that I was an ob/gyn and my first patient, a friend, had a disco in her crotch. Complete with disco music, funky orange and white pattern on the wall, ala Miro, and tropical fish swimming around amongst funky bachelor pad type furniture. And no, I’m not telling you who it was. Having a disco in your crotch is like having a super power. It’s best to stay anonymous. That sort of thing gets out… it could ruin your personal life, poparazzi following you around all the time, the tabloids, reporters, never a moment of privacy. No, I wouldn’t do that to her.


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