Everyone's got that one friend that always understand them, even when the rest of the world doesn't.
Of course I have multiple friends who understand me on different levels, but I have a very different level that most of my other friends don't understand.
I'm not sure what to call this level. I guess it's my level of vaginaness. One of these days I'm going to count the amount of time that I use the word vagina in a day because I know that I use it a lot more frequently then the norm.
Hell, I think I say vagina more often then an OBG-YN.
Oh how I love my random text messaging conversations with Too-Tall. Like today:
Too-Tall: Peepee balls
Me: Vagina juice
Too-Tall: Dingleberries
Me: Titty hairs
Too-Tall: Dry nipple juice
Me: Menstrual clots
Too-Tall: Diarrhea secretions
Me: Cucaracha nuts
Too-Tall: Pubic lice bites
Me: Vaginal cobwebs
The whole conversation may seem meaningless, random, and somewhat bizarre to an outsider, but to us, its code.
We had a complete conversation about "stuff".
And what was that "stuff"? None of your damn business. If we wanted you to know, we'd talk like normal people.
Oh, how I love out conversations.
On a completely irrelevant note, this past weekend, my vagina stood me up like an erected cock. I'm still a little angry about that, but I still love my vag.
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