As a guy, when I first heard about this story, my first impression is “fuck yeah, let’s do this!”, but when I didn’t get a return call, I had a lot of time to reflect on the situation. Let’s rewind shall we?
As I stumbled around my living area this morning, I, what my grandparents would say, “turned on the news”. Turning on the news back in day meant walking up to a huge wooden box and pulling a button and waiting 30 seconds for the tube to warm up and an image to appear on the screen. But when I say it, turning on the news means swiping the “slide to unlock” on my little black half pack of cards made of glass and plastic. And that’s a lot of words to have to go through to get to the girl with the double-vagina part of the story. A young Australian woman, Hazel Jones, revealed that she has an extremely rare medical condition, two vaginas.
Now, back to the beginning, as a guy when you hear a story about a woman with a double-va-J-J, you get really close to your computer monitor and hope to see how you can buy tickets to the ride, and you hope that there’s a freaky clip on YouTube somewhere, not because I’m a perv, but because I enjoyed science class as a kid. But then I got to thinking of the logistics of having a 3-sum with one other person, it’s perplexing and stressful all at the same time.
2. Hand cramps and lockjaw. Look, I’ve got some serious skills but trying to sing all the parts of a barber shop quartet by yourself is like trying to fill the van’s gas tank by farting in it, it’s possible, but it’s gonna take a LONG time. If you wanna make this woman happy, you’ve got to be a concerto pianist and a champion yodeler. Yodelers use their tongue to yodel right?
3. And the final word on the stress of all this, what seems to be awesome situation, pregnancy.
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Excellent read. I just passed this onto a friend who was doing a little research on that. He just bought me lunch as I found it for him! So let me rephrase: Thanx for lunch!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ray!!!
THANK YOU Christoper!!! … Who’s Ray? Am I Ray? I don’t feel like a “Ray”… Now I’m going to have to put on my detective hat and track down the Ray this birthday wish was intended for. My clues: the be-birthdayed individual in question’s name is Ray. His Birthday would SEEM to be February 1st. God I hope this wasn’t a belated birthday wish, then this investigation is fuckered from the get go! … Hang in there Ray! We’ll find you! Keep happying that birthday! We’ll be there soon!
Fantastic blog! Great!
Fantastic blog! Great!
Thanks robot, we like to think so! We’re glad it finds the approval of your programming!