"My talking vagina has a wife; my talking vagina has a wife; my talking vagina has a wife." Hard tit skulls a-towering, arguing with each other but kind to strangers; magic golden monkeys fly happily from the rectum.
But the talking vagina won't shut the fuck up, talking and talking & refusing to come to the point: that talking vaginas are widespread, can be tiresome--there's only one way to shut them up--also she hooked up with that yodeling preacher lady from Sioux Falls, Marva; & that they sound pretty good together.
My current chick shits nickels but otherwise has no super powers.