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Apr 07 2011

Vulvular witticism of the week

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by Jill

Enya wafting from pants

“If you put your ear to my labia, you can hear the strains of Enya drifting out.”

– Notorious Ph.D, describing the healing powers of her poontangal moonglow

This post is so odd, there are no related essays.

13 comments

  1. tinfoil hattie

    April 7, 2011 at 4:31 pm (UTC -6)

    I am so, so jealous. My labia sing nothing.

  2. Lovepug

    April 7, 2011 at 4:38 pm (UTC -6)

    Mine know all the lyrics to every P.J. Harvey song.

    (Lawrd help me I’ll never be able to hear an Enya song again without hard to explain guffaws).

  3. AlienNumber

    April 7, 2011 at 5:40 pm (UTC -6)

    My lanya brings all the New Age boys to the yard
    And they’re like
    It’s better, more natural, more unconsciously feminine than yours

    etc.

  4. niki

    April 7, 2011 at 5:41 pm (UTC -6)

    The Enya in my labia is saying ‘Go away, go away, go awaaaay….’

  5. MPMR

    April 7, 2011 at 10:10 pm (UTC -6)

    Poontangal moonglow. Oh my dog.

    I feel like my poontang doesn’t even HAVE any moonglow. Is there some extra-feminine feminine hygiene product that can fix me? Number One Science Blog, help me!

  6. TotallyDorkin

    April 7, 2011 at 11:55 pm (UTC -6)

    @MPMR

    Yes there is an extra special feminine hygiene product that will add a pearlescent glow to your “downstairs business”. Side effects include nausea, headache, redness, swelling, vomiting, burning sensation, cancer, and death. Get yours at the local walmart! Disclaimer: No contraception available at any of the participating locations.

  7. j

    April 8, 2011 at 3:24 am (UTC -6)

    AlienNumber, you’re awesome. Please keep up the good commenting work.

  8. speedbudget

    April 8, 2011 at 5:46 am (UTC -6)

    My vulva plays Kittie.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNka6WVP_YE

  9. pheenobarbidoll

    April 8, 2011 at 9:09 am (UTC -6)

    Oh lord…I just thought of ipod docking stations. Would be pretty convenient.

  10. CLD

    April 8, 2011 at 10:33 am (UTC -6)

    Mine just makes smacking noises like flips flops on linoleum. Damn you, perimenopause!

  11. Antoinette Niebieszczanski

    April 8, 2011 at 12:54 pm (UTC -6)

    My ovaries jangle melodiously, like distant sleighbells.

  12. tinfoil hattie

    April 8, 2011 at 2:50 pm (UTC -6)

    CLD, in a year or so you could be sealed shut so tight from the drought “down there” that you’ll miss the flip-flop flappin’. Peri seems like a distant, pleasant dream to me now.

    (Don’t you just love the expression, “down there”? EVERYONE immediately knows what it means: It’s so nasty we can’t say vagina, or vulva; we have to say “down there.”)

  13. speedbudget

    April 9, 2011 at 5:22 am (UTC -6)

    Well, duh, tinfoil hattie. You can’t even say “uterus” in the house of a governing body cause it’s dirty! I can’t imagine trying to discus vulvular or vaginal thingies. Think of the children!

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