This morning I awoke from a dream in which I was talking with a group of girls about names for parts of our bodies.

In the dream, I referred to my penis as Mr. Kite. This grabbed the attention of both Beatles fans and non-Beatles fans alike.

I explained to one girl who looked puzzled that Mr. Kite was capable of taking her to heights she’d never before imagined.

Now that I’m awake, it seems like a pretty solid conversation piece.

So, join me tonight, where Mr. K will perform “his tricks without a sound.”

What i'm listening to:

Being for the Benefit...
The Beatles
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely ...