Me and My Vagine
I was walking with my vagine when a man stopped me and said,
“Oh, what a lovely vagine! Do you mind if I pet it?”
Looking at his face, I could tell he was a decent fellow
though his expression seemed a bit anxious.
“Sorry to say no,” I answered gently but firmly.
“I used to let people pet my vagine, but too many of them–
mostly men–have done so in a manner that made my vagine
feel very uncomfortable.”
Obviously disappointed, the man looked down at my vagine
and said in a sorrowful tone, “I perfectly understand.
I once had a beautiful vagine like yours, but then. . .
well, it’s a very sad story. I’ve tried to get on with my life
but it hasn’t been easy. Whenever I see one like yours,
it always reminds me. . .”
Feeling sympathy for the guy, I was just about to reverse my decision
when I suddenly remembered that I’d heard the same story before.
After wishing him well, me and my vagine continued on our way. . .