“Nell, I hate to be the one to have to tell you this. But your brother is hot. Like smokin’ hot. Honestly, it’s kind of impossible to have a vagina and not look.
MORNING LAZZINESS
“I practically saw her panties melt and her vagina throw out a welcome mat.”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“But I think he broke my vagina.”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“How about I bring you a water and something else?” she insisted. “On me?”What, like your vagina in a cup? Jesus.”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“Emma, I have had four children! Four of them! Do you understand the state of my vagina? What kind of man goes out on a date with a woman that has four children?”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“Dear lord, the flash of his gleaming white teeth was like a hot button to my nether regions. Down vagina! Down, girl.”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“Moving from phonetics to etymology, ‘vagina’ originates from a word meaning sheath for a sword. Ain’t got no vagina.”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“It’s the invention of clothes, not nature, that made “private parts” private.”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“This was a bad plan. A horrible plan. Just because cobwebs were growing in my vagina didn’t mean I should hook up with some stranger.”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“My fear of camping: I’m convinced bugs will crawl up my vagina and lay eggs. Isn’t everyone?”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“I’m a twenty-four year-old virgin with a broken vagina. I can’t even give that shit away.”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“My vagina has just found a new best friend”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“And just because I don’t go to bed with everything with a vagina doesn’t mean I’m repressed.”
MORNING LAZZINESS
“She plays with her bracelet. “You guys have been together for like four months, right?” “Uh, yeah.” “If you’re not comfortable with Matt, then maybe you should move on.” I look up. “Who says I’m not comfortable with him?” “Your vagina.”
MORNING LAZZINESS