Bare and Unaware (casting call)

Ew. Ew. Ew. My woman parts quiver with disgust. 

I am fairly confident that there are a few other ways in which medical practitioners to-be could get their hands wet, so to speak, which don’t involve a completely anesthetized drool -cake who is under the impression her nether regions are being left in their hopefully (but unlikely) pristine pre-surgery condition. 

This is slightly reminiscent of those awful college horror stories, involving skanky little jersey chasers who happen to slurp up one too many coolers at the frat house (rookie mistake), who then pass out in compromising positions only to be approached by Mr. Pathetic who takes this as a prime opportunity to cop a feel. Not cool at all. Except the difference here, is that Mr. Pathetic will likely serve some time in the slammer, not get promoted to Chief of Surgery for his actions. 

The scary and hairy (ha) truth is, this is a common practice, done in a Hospital, in a controlled environment, by a team of respectable medical practitioners and their mentally privileged muses. WHAT?!!!

There have GOT to be some desperate Vag models out there, who are willing to get paid good money to put their manicured little who-ha’s on display for the-- as Single White Femme calls them-- Doogies of the world. There’s gotta be some women just dying to share their prized crown jewels, to get some dough to pay for those implants they have always wanted. Why can’t these women be the catching mitt for all the prodding gloved fingers instead of.... my grandmother? 

This is an official casting call for VAG MODELS. Anyone with a manicured lawn, who doesn’t mind having some seasonal pruning done by a crew of curious polymaths? Come on…

We warned you. NOT for the faint of heart.