Laser Surgery

I was talking to three women at the bar last night. One of them said they had just come from having laser surgery on their body hair. I asked them whether they had all their pubic hair removed. They all left some, but not much. I asked them what it was like, and they told me about it. I will spare you the details since they remain fuzzy. They may have been pulling my pisser anyway.

Somehow, two of the women began discussing religion. I tried to listen, but I couldn’t understand what they were talking about. I suppose it was because I was thinking about their pubic hair. Anyway, I went to the jukebox to play some music. The most talkative of the three women followed me. She played all her husband’s favorite songs on my dime. A couple of the songs weren’t too bad. One of them was a Rolling Stones song, but I can’t remember which.

It was something new for a change. I usually don’t have conversations with women about that sort of thing—pubic hair that is. Maybe, I should be bolder in the future. Who knows? Some woman out there, even at this very moment, might be dying to talk to a geezer about her pubic hair.