Secrets of a Plastic Surgery Addict and a Desperate Young Lady

My wife, Luna Collins, always had blood in her urine.

But she never let me go with her to the hospital.

On her birthday, I secretly went to the hospital to pick her up.

I walked in on her in the clinic, her clothes pulled up to her chest.

"Be gentle," she said.

The doctor's hand, holding a stethoscope, was inside her bra.

"Wait a second, since when did blood in the urine affect the chest?"