At about this time twenty-four years ago, I was still hanging out in the uterus. At the time, that seemed like my home for an eternity. Up until that day, it had seemed like a comfortable place to be. Everything was supplied for me, and life was simple. However, it was getting quite cramped in there due to my ever expanding size. It also felt like I might be missing out on one or two things if I didn't try to broaden my horizons. So, unwittingly, I decided to try to take a peek out of the vagina. Little did I know at the time, it was a one way path.
But I think I've managed to get along fine with everything outside of the uterus since then, so no problem.
posted by Brett @ Tuesday, April 18, 2006
1 Comments:
Wow, isn't it funny how, after men leave the vagina, they spend the rest of their lives trying to get back in? Don't worry, buddy, it'll happen one of these days.
Here's some old tasteful poetry for ya:
"Oh that I now cou'd by some Chymic art
To Sperm convert my Vitals and my Heart,
That at one thrust I might my soul translate,
And in the Womb myself regenerate;
There steep'd in lust, nine Months I would remain
Then boldly fuck my passage out again."
~John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester,
"The Wish" 1678
ahh, the Renaissance. What a perv.
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