But Nirvana, as a group we've just moved from lady-bits, or hoo-haa, to vagina.
Further break down into proper nomenclature will take some time.;)

I've popped a chub just reading all this...

:) Well played Madam.

"pussy" is "manguage" and I have always preferred to call mine 'Muffy' which is either an FYI or a TMI ;)

Teenagers appear to thing the Mons Pubis is the vagina :( Maybe the waxers were also similarly confused.

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For 'pussy', use instead the infinitely more appropriate term 'the end of all desire' or 'the jade palace' and you will no longer have quarantine problems, nor will you have issues with waxers. Due respect will have been paid.

Let's see, one of the hardest types of stone...and the color green...If I meet one like that, [shiver] I'm leaving.

With a quickness.:greenface

I'm more pissed than irritated, having lost a post in a different thread. but there's no way I'm gonna follow Sarge's loss with my trivialities.

I am having mouse problems and the cat is not interested in fixing them.

I just watched return of the jedi on tv. At the very end, when yoda, obewan, and Annakin appear... They replaced the actor that played Darth Vader unmasked with the dick head that did such a piss poor acting job in the prequels.

What the Fuck

Lucas lost his golden touch. Shouldn't have meddled with his previous work.

Lucas always sucked. You were too young to see it, with the originals.

I assure you 1000%, adolescent boys today think the new Star Wars movies are the best thing ever invented. And if we're really unlucky, Lucas will get to finish his vision and foist the final three movies on the world in another decade, and then those adolescent boys will be telling your grandchildren that Lucas lost his touch after the first six.

On the coach on the way home, which is sadness enough.
But add to that the Scottish pre-schooler several seats in front, with the super-piercing voice, and the Eastern European behind me who can't bear the sound of silence (constant phone calls and then singing!) and it's shaping up to be a long journey.

Oh and I haven' t even got started on the fact that the only toilet on the coach is blocked and we don't reach London for another five hours...

I argued my way off the coach at Preston to use the public toilets. I expect I shall do the same in Leeds. Comes to something when a bus station toilet feels like luxury.

I shall spend the rest of my journey composing a strongly worded complaint.

At least it's faster than walking.

That's about all you can say about a typical inter city bus ride.