You know, for a forum full of men, these things aren't often mentioned. I don't know that there is a more fascinating organ on the human body. Sure, my junk can go from looking like the love child of a Vienna Sausage and an accordion with a purple acorn stuck on the end, to a formidable battering ram of manhood in seconds with the right grade of midget porn, but the vagina is simply more fascinating.
They come in a bewildering variety of shapes, sizes and flavors. I used to date a lawyer who had one that tasted like pecan pie. Others more closely resembled road kill. And the thing about size, is it often has nothing to do with the size of the host female. I had a pretty big gal one time. I was so afraid I'd fall in that I left my life jacket on. She was so tight I lost my love snot in scarcely a few strokes. I had another one who was 4'11". I just knew I was going to knock the bottom out of that thing. I felt like a clapper in a ship's bell.
The fullness and folds are as unique as a fingerprint. Ain't no two of 'em the same for sure. And what the hell is up with the clits? Some of them are big as a baby's dick and other ones not much more than a zit. I used to work 12 hour days pouring industrial concrete. That effort pales in comparison to what it has taken to make some happy. Others took not much more than a wink to have them coughing up the quim syrup while the host was invoking the name of the good lord. They can blast a baby out one week then the next week clamp a penis tight enough to please it.
Men have fought and died over them. Fortunes have been sacrificed on account of them. Minds have been lost over them.
They rate more discussion than they get here. It'd be better than hearing the blather of another Creedtard.
They rate more discussion than they get here. It'd be better than hearing the blather of another Creedtard.
Or about Believers and Deniers of The Corona for sure.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Heard sung by a kid in my actual high school 50 years ago, sung to the tune of “Carolina”
”Nothing could be finer than to be in her vagina in the moooooorning.........”
Tune’s been in my head ever since 🙂
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
I used to think they should build airplanes out of black boxes, because the black boxes always survive a crash. But...they really oughta build aircraft fuselage’s out of vaginas. Those things can take a pounding...!
The last woman on the campfire has just vacated the building.
Birds need watchin'.
Bicycles need ridin'.
You'll note I didn't even bring queefs to the table in the OP. That's just another fascinating feature. Some of them seem much more queefy than others. I have listened to shorter Gregorian chants than some of the rambling multisyllabic queefs I have laid witness to.
Venus, the little piece of Heaven on earth, that saves the lives of millions of women every year. Venus, the real thing that makes women indispensible. Men can hire maids and cooks and bookkeepers too, so they made it illegal to hire anything to screw. It's a woman's world. They own half the money and sit on all the good stuff, and they are still live pissed off most of the time. They are too jealous of what they have to have a little fun every day. Most live in fear someone may have some fun and they wouldnt get paid for it.
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Ecc 10:2 The heart of the wise inclines to the right, but that of a fool to the left.
A Nation which leaves God behind is soon left behind.
"The Lord never asked anyone to be a tax collector, lowyer, or Redskins fan".
Although, I’ve had to cath old ladies in the ER many times over the years...and those vaginas look like a hedgehog that’s been squashed in the road by an 18-wheeler.
