You ever want to stop and ask some random stranger, what the hell are you talking about? Some overheard snippet of conversation, some phrase, something. And you just gotta hear more. I heard a woman’s voice say, as I walked through cube-land today, “It’s like I had a charley-horse in my vagina.” And I just […]
You ever want to stop and ask some random stranger, what the hell are you talking about? Some overheard snippet of conversation, some phrase, something. And you just gotta hear more.
I heard a woman’s voice say, as I walked through cube-land today, “It’s like I had a charley-horse in my vagina.”
And I just walked away trying not to bust up, and wanting to go back and say, ok, now, tell em more, because that’s gotta be an interesting conversation.
That wouldv’e been a great time to stop and tie your shoes.
Lewis Black once commented on the same phenomenon. The snippet he overheard was, “If it weren’t for my horse, I wouldn’t have spent that year in college.”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m waaay more curious about the nurpled vagina. But still….
it worries me that you managed to get ‘horse’ and ‘vagina’ in the same comment. But then, over in ray’s comments, we’re talking about fucking a dead chick, so whatta ya gonna do.
Yeah, but she was HOT. And she had removable hands that could crawl around on their own. Imagine what she could do with her legs.
Shit I really need to see that movie!
…and you know I still wanna know about that vaginal charley-horse.