How a friend went to a magician of the highest category⁠⁠

in life •  2 years ago 

Good day)

Suddenly, a story came to mind.

I met many years ago with one girl, one day she came to me and tells me, further on her behalf.

A friend told me about a very strong psychic, they say that it helps a lot, it improves everything, it heals, and you also need to go to him. You said that the back sometimes aches. I decided to go today.

I come to the address, a typical Khrushchev building, fourth floor, two-room apartment. The magician opens. It turned out to be a thin, pimply-faced man in his thirties. We greeted each other and he led me into a room where the floor of the wall was hung with various diplomas. Some kind of intergalactic academies and so on.

The magician pointed to the couch and said: undress and lie down.

A friend in general without any particular complexes, especially like a doctor, well, she undressed and lay down.

The magician began to feel his back and says:

-Your coccyx needs to be corrected, so your back hurts. Did you fall on your ass?

-Yes, I skated and fell a lot while I was studying.

  • Well, you need to relax.

girlfriend to him:

  • You are an expert, relax!

-For a woman to relax, she needs to get an orgasm!

  • Should I invite my boyfriend?

And then the mage says:

-Am I not a man?

After these words, the friend got up, got dressed and left.

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