Where’d my Mother’s Vagina Go?

“Yesterday I was inside my mothers vagina. Today I am not in her vagina. Where am I?”

Exactly 22 years ago I asked myself that question. In some ways I still am asking myself that question.

Since the initial exploration of the world outside my Mother’s uterus, I have been introduced to many other vaginas. Some were fun, some were fuzzy, some were my hand (though I tried real hard to pretend). But still at 22 I still haven’t found one that compares to “Mom’s”. Does anything ever compares to Mom’s?

Now a days these kids don’t realize what they had in there. They’re so quick to climb outta the twat. Let me tell you something, I slept in there for 9 1/2 months and hardly remember a thing, that my friend is a luxury suite. Also, it was so easy to make friends in a womb. No one cared about physical appearance or looks…though we still picked the appendix last for football (He talked with a lisp, you gotta laugh at that). Those…those were the times I’ll always remember. I can’t believe how much I’m missing Kenny right now. He was my BFF (He also was my Mother’s Colon), But friendship is friendship.

Side note: My girlfriend vagina is also pretty great, but lives in Antarctica. Sadly, because of the extreme distance it only comes to town once every 30-40 years. It should be back in 2042. Hopefully it doesn’t miss its flight.

Note that’s even more to the side: It’s my birthday. Happy Birthday Me.

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