Joan, Joan on the bone
and the final Mic drop
I’ve spent a lot of time on the mic dear reader. Whether working on tour buses or as a DJ and MC, I’ve often had a mic close to my mouth.
I have a friend with the same issue.
Her name is Joan.
My mic’s have been electronic.
Joan’s?
Fleshy.
She’s lived a life of self discovery. It’s been an odd path for her.
In High School? Her sweetheart?
His name was “Michael”.
In college she cheated on Michael with another guy named “Mike”.
Pretty cunning if you ask me.
That way she’d never mess up and shout out the wrong name while doing the dorm room rumba.
Michael didn’t last. which is why he didn’t last.
An odd fact about Michael?
He only had one of his balls.- lost the other to testicular cancer.
After jut two sexual partners, Joan had a full count.
Three balls, two Mikes.
So what does she do?
She ditches this guy and gets married. The man’s name?
Mike.
Of course.
He cheated on her something fierce. We called him. Michael the bicycle.
He was ridden hard by more people than the Tour de France.
Yeah, after that catas…
