apparently i took the summer off from ‘blogging.’  it certainly wasn’t planned. i honestly had no idea i would have so many enthusiastic attendees at my 1st annual ‘mid-summer’s night scrotal-sack delight’ party. it was all more than just a little overwhelming…

well, the last party-goer has just left the building and as i sit here adrift in a sea of party favors and bodily fluids i’m feeling more than a little chafed and drained.  my last entry seemed to surreptitiously open the flood gates with a torrential flow of babes never before seen springing forth from atop the aptly named mt. vagina.

yes, i have indeed been awash in vagina. black vagina, red vagina, yellow vagina, white vagina…there may have even been a blue vagina in there somewhere (although it breaks my heart to think there’s a sad vagina out there…)  yes, we’re talking about TONS of vagina. 

after i gorge myself on vagina i generally like to spend the following few days in reflection so that i may ‘digest’ anything i may have learned about vagina, as well as any stray pubic hairs i may have inadvertently swallowed.  my reflection period is over and i have made some striking realizations. for one, i am particularly fond of young vagina.  twenty or twenty-one?  that’s a tough choice but either one is perfect.  why?  well, i find that often these vaginas are attached to bodies which are not only as fit as mine but which also have had few, if any, incidents of genital contact with gentlemen, like myself, who ‘pound ‘dat pussy goood.’  also, like-mindedly, these vaginas are often located next to ass-caverns which have yet to be tainted by the hand of man.  ok, well, maybe some dude’s pinky-finger but chances are they have yet to be filled with penis.  this is, of course, where i come in.  

i also have made the realization that i am quite fond of having multiple vaginas at the same time.  imagine that.  yes, you can have too much of certain good things. vagina is not one of these things.  when entertaining multiple vaginas i make it my mission to not let any one vagina feel left out.  it takes a lot of work but i affectionately refer to it as ’summoning my inner-octopus.’

my third realization is one which i have made before but it’s always nice to remember again.  yes, i am one incredibly lucky bastard who would certainly burn in hell were i not an atheist who doesn’t believe in such things.

viva la vagina!!!!!!!