Turtle doves and rabbit sharks. Seahorse

*static* "Welcome back to Igneous Pop 93.5 FM, featuring the jammin' coitus of two genres, never two species." *static* "Juan and Amal in the Morning, talkin' politics..." *static*

The static continued and my thoughts were all over the place. ""The jammin' coitus" looped around in my head like I was spinning a hoola-hoop on my finger.

This was because I was a Gynecologist. I was the greatest gifted Gynecologist in the world. I'd trained with the best. Now, I was going to set the world on fire.

A Gynecologist's tools are the companions of his skills. That's why I had everything custom made for each of my clients. From the tip of my forceps to the ends of my speculum.

all to exact specification & completely disposable too! I'd do a scan with my iphone using a special app Gynascan & 3D printed out the various instruments.Now I just need a patient

who will bare with me while I snap at her with my iphone. Next, I upload the pics to a smut magazine- & my future as an ob/gyn is ensured. Luckily, Mrs. Plat was mucho extrovert so

she reported me to the medical board & I lost my license. No biggie. I could always fall back on my secondary career: a circus clown. They called me Dr. Giggles.

So once again put on my clown outfit&became Dr.Giggles."Let me fix your giggle mechanism!"I'd say to the kids.I'd reach under their armpits&tickle them.My arrest was not a surprise

Because the truth police lacked a sense of humour.they were over the top. I had to return to bagging groceries and drop my clown act. All was better after that, need I say.