I swear the last guy in there left his cell phone, and it’s on vibrate. My vagina buzzes enthusiastically at random times.
Sure hope the battery dies soon, this is annoying. —shut up kundalini
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I swear the last guy in there left his cell phone, and it’s on vibrate. My vagina buzzes enthusiastically at random times.
Sure hope the battery dies soon, this is annoying. —shut up kundalini
This article appears in Feb 5-11, 2015.
26 Comments
I was wondering where my phone went.
Buzzing vaginas? Really? Really!!
Let’s look to the Led Zeppelin song “Stairway to Heaven” for guidance:
“If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now,”
“It’s just a spring clean for the May queen.”
Are you saying you really phoned in that performance, Hoist? Nyuk nyuk nyuk
THIS IS INDIA CALLING
Perhaps it won’t be annoying if you can co-ordinate time zones with Kundalini. Good luck.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
I guess we now have the definition of a loose woman.
Like waving your arm around in a warm room…
I hear the reception is horrible.
The marvels of modern technology to allow bluetooth devices to work in warm moist places for self satisfying orgasms… Who’d want to have it stop calling?
Answer the damn phone. It’s your doctor’s office calling to inform you that you have an STD!
Klyde, the clitoris is the original “Bluetooth” dude.
Oprah’s Minge calling.
So that is where that bee swarm went.
The same grownass man is throwing another tramptrum because he was shot down again and his childish friends are helping him hurt the woman who had the audacity to turn him down.
To be wilfully blind one must choose not to see the truth presented to them.One can not choose to ignore what is not obvious or understood.
I thought this was going to be about drunk doods constantly calling for a hookup…
Then it got weird.
http://static.fjcdn.com/pictures/My+booty+…
OB , you sure it was his phone…might have been his watch came off !
It’s probably some alien parasite that crawled up there and is currently mining it’s way into your uterus. Not to worry. It’ll come back out when it’s ready to.
none of the above! it’s either kundalini awakening or the afflicted has been sitting at her desk for too fucking long and has a pinched nerve in her arse.
but really, it feels like a phone left on vibrate. I had this happen exactly 10 years ago and at first thought I was feeling vibrations from the train tracks a mile away ( yeah I know, but I thought an earthquake was a car hitting the building) it kept up for a couple weeks then just stopped.
and no cell phone battery would last the decades its been since last a man ‘darkened my portal’. heck, its possible cell phones hadn’t been invented yet.
man, the mysteries of the vagina for you guys….lol. I always sign off on these in a way that makes it clear who posted, but this was just too tempting to see what the reaction would be. crispy, lets do an aliens marathon some day – I love you bud. in a purely lesbian way of course.
*wide-eyed; jaw dropped; puzzled look; pondering the complexity that is lesbianism*
Now the fymynysts will want cell phones to be charged with rape.
There’s one possibility that nobody has considered – the ghost of the dearly departed Mr. Meaty. The vibration she is feeling is the moving of his lips as he begs forgiveness from the gods of LTWWB who banished him and condemned him to spend eternity inhabiting milady’s hoo-hoo – a cruel and unusual punishment for a man of Mr. Meaty’s disposition.
It could be worse… OB could be the mod…
*and… banished*
the last thing I want to hear coming out of my hoo-hoo is meaty yelling yoo-hoo!
^^ Hahaha
Whatever happened to Nukka? He was a funny guy.
apparently you cannot use the word nukka in a comment or it will get deleted.