This happened before I met her. Pepper Mill was going in to the gynecologist for her annual tune-up, or whatever you women do in there. She was lying back, with her feet in the stirrups, the doctor earestly examining things, when suddenly his voice perked up:
"Oh, this is interesting!
(pause)
(sings) Happy Birthday to you, Happy Brirthday to youuuuuuuu…"
Pepper Mill asked him what was going on. Was he counting rings in there or something? How did he know it was her birthday?
“No,” he replied. “I’ve got your chart down here on the bench, and I just noticed the date.”
I was rooting for the plastic teeth. Vaginal dentata…classic. And Vampiric Vaginal dentata…even worse. Funny, yet psychologically disturbing. Good one .
(BTW, Mrs. Evil Captor ? Should she be Mrs. Innocent Captive? For your realtionship to work? Or do you both just get together and abuse the dog :D?)
I’m sorry, the detail of our private life are known only to us and our respective parole officers, sundry neighbors and a few fire department personnel.
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