My last entry made it sound as though I do not enjoy the company of men. This is just not true. However, fellas, there are some facts to be faced - you guys are disgusting.






Nose-picking and ballscratching and t-bagging and bomb-dropping and snot-hawking and the list goes on and on...really, sometimes don't you ever wonder while you're trimming your nose hairs in the mirror how you ever scored even one little piece of ass, let alone the sweetest ass you've ever gotten?




Here's how you've scored it: we love you smelly bastards. We love you sportsfiends and boozehounds and couch potatoes and metros and film geeks and gamers and playuhs and the guys who wear shirts that say "if you lick them, they will come" or "bros before hos" and the guys with small ones and the guys with BIG ones and the guys who are right there in the middle with a great pair of hands and the guys who cry and the ones who don't and the ones who cuddle and the ones who snore and the ones who say "were you gonna eat that" as they stab it off your plate...




Yes, we have no place to judge. We are shoe hounds and mall sluts and hair pullers and backstabbers and bingers and purgers and premenstrual and postmenstrual and crybabies and byotches and we wax and tweeze and pluck and dye and the boob jobs and the nosejobs, the tummy tucks and the botox, the cougars the princesses the prudes and the queenbees and the list goes on and on...but you love us, and you know why?

Because vagina is good.