vagina confession

I love the song home to me, josh kelly. you have to download it at itunes. go for it, barbie! get your vadge on.

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Mother Jones RN said…
I just found your blog, and I really enjoyed reading your post. I don't see anything hateful in them. I think they are witty. I also think that the right wing Christian pinhead who wrote you that letter has a petrie dish stuck up their butt. I'm adding you to my blogroll.

MJ
6:56 PM
Writeprocrastinator said…
Days ago on the morning news, they were showing the newest toys from some convention, don't know whether it was in the NYC or Vegas.

They had a Barbie on there that is coming out real soon, that you can hook up to your iPod. Of course, the first thing that's going through my mind, is to hook that thing up with some righteous tunes, right away.

Can you imagine Barbie all sparkly and stuff, belting out-

Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
9:11 PM
Eebie said…
Well forgive me if I am jumping the gun on the Christian stuff; still, I have seen it far too often. People seek attention. Some jump on couches, others imagine assasination plots and appearantly someone needs to declare you hateful thus putting up a significant conflict so as to feel important in opposing you. Alas, c'est la vie.

Too bad I wasn't the cable guy.
9:33 PM
Angry Ballerina said…
At a loss for words...That doesnt happen much. Just came over from The Needs of the Few, this was refreshing.
7:57 AM
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