My mother? Can't even call that guy on the Sopranos Big Pussy. It wasn't hard for me though because even the kids were like "Hi, Uncle Pussy." But it is hard for me to say without talking about him or you know "Quit being such a..." Which I realize is quite diminishing, pudenda-wise.
Simon ,'Jaynestown'
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hi, Nola.
Speaking of whitefont, you should whitefont out the details of the last thing you saw (eta: never mind. I did it for you). Basically, Lorelai heard Anna say much of what she herself had practiced, about keeping adults that might be temporary out her kids life--that Luke was still on probation, so his *fiancée* was way too indefinite to be a part of April's life. Lorelai tried to defend herself a little, but then acquiesced and left. I think that was it--that there wasn't any Rory appearance after that point.
PUDENDA!
I KNEW there was a term I was forgetting! Thanks, Erika!
It's not very mellifluous, but hey...
DOES THE DANCE OF PUDENDA JOY
I think this calls for a cry of VAGINA BOJANGLER.
Mister Kitty update: not much really. They xrayed him. His pancreas were "fuzzy." Which means ultrasound. And since that will hurt (he already hurts) this means anesthesia. worryworryworry. They've got him on iv fluids and nutrition and pain meds. He's still not eating as of 2 pm. He was soooo lodgy when I took him in. Which is what prompted me to burst into tears and run out of the vets' office. I didn't think to look at the cost estimate I signed until later.
I want my old gentleman hornball attention slut back.
Oh, poor Mr. Kitty.
I hope your pussy feels better soon...
(Dude, SORRY. But I really had to.)
Oh man, sara. Poor you guys!
The whole reclaiming "vagina" thing really did the world a disservice, accuracy-wise.
I think this calls for a cry of VAGINA BOJANGLER.
Or... PUDENDA PRECLUDER.
Pudenda is just such an unattractive-sounding word, all pendulous and droopy and faintly grey-sounding.
My default term for the whole apparatus is, I am faintly embarrassed to admit, cooter or cootch, but my actual favorite terms are cunnie and quim.
(Dude, SORRY. But I really had to.)
S'ok. It was a prime opportunity. I knew it was gonna happen!