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Showing posts with label vagina. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vagina. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Thursday, November 13, 2008
How I Love Our Conversations
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.
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.
Monday, May 12, 2008
A Poem to My Vagina
Everyone should know by now that Angry Girlfriend just loves her vagina. So much in fact, that I made up a poem about my vagina.
This poem was inspired by my vagina after suffering from a brief bout of depression (depression = yeast infection).
My vagina has only suffered from depression no more than 3 times in its life, so when depression hits, it's something horrible for the both of us.
I'm so sorry, Vagina, for taking you for granted. So this poem is for you:
I like to call it: A Poem to My Vagina
Vagina, vagina, you're my number 1 friend
Vagina, vagina, I will love you til the end
Vagina, vagina, you make me happy when I'm sad
Vagina, vagina, you give me pleasure even when I'm mad
You bring me joy
You bring me pain
You bring me happiness when it rains
When I have nothing better to do
I just love to touch you
Vagina, vagina, I just love to buy you toys
Vagina, vagina, lets play together and make some noise
Vagina, vagina, it feels so good when you cum
Vagina, vagina, I fall asleep when we're done
Let's all cum
Have some fun
Masturbating until 1
When I have nothing better to do
I just love to touch you
Thank you, vagina for always being there for me. You rock!
This poem was inspired by my vagina after suffering from a brief bout of depression (depression = yeast infection).
My vagina has only suffered from depression no more than 3 times in its life, so when depression hits, it's something horrible for the both of us.
I'm so sorry, Vagina, for taking you for granted. So this poem is for you:
I like to call it: A Poem to My Vagina
Vagina, vagina, you're my number 1 friend
Vagina, vagina, I will love you til the end
Vagina, vagina, you make me happy when I'm sad
Vagina, vagina, you give me pleasure even when I'm mad
You bring me joy
You bring me pain
You bring me happiness when it rains
When I have nothing better to do
I just love to touch you
Vagina, vagina, I just love to buy you toys
Vagina, vagina, lets play together and make some noise
Vagina, vagina, it feels so good when you cum
Vagina, vagina, I fall asleep when we're done
Let's all cum
Have some fun
Masturbating until 1
When I have nothing better to do
I just love to touch you
Thank you, vagina for always being there for me. You rock!
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