Anyway, I've gotten a little sidetracked thinking of all the things in this world waiting for names, because what I'm really trying to talk about here is vaginas.
A bottle of wine started this conversation...because who talks about this shit sober? You know how it is, you are sitting around visiting when one of your friends mentions that she doesn't understand the concept of dirty talk...
A: "I mean how do I say, 'I want you to pound my twe twa with your wing ding' and not make it sound silly?"
B: "Well...to begin with, remove the words twe twa and wing ding from that sentence and replace them with...just about anything."
M: "Wait, did you just say twe twa? That's what you call it?"
A: "Yes, what do you call it?"
M: "I don't call it anything. I try not to talk about it, but if I do, you know, I just say down there."
A: "You say, 'pound me down there'?"
M: "No! I don't say that!"
A: "What do you say then? This is not teaching me to talk dirty!"
At this point I am laughing my ass off because I am talking about talking dirty to one friend who about has a heart attack if she hears the word pussy and another who uses baby talk when referring to genitals.
Unfortunately, the more we drank, the sillier we became and I'm afraid that poor A is never going to figure out how to ask for a good twe twa pounding.
If only her twe twa had a better name...