July 21, 2005
Ugh, There's That Word Again
PW: I can't believe I've had NO time to blog today!
PW: what the fuck is up with that?!
Heather: seriously, somethings' wrong!
H: in the world!
PW: I KNOW!
PW: and I have to leave at 3:30 to spread the vag for the gyne
H: I LOVE speculums! let's all sing a song to the pap smear!
PW: oh, open my vag with a torque wrench!
PW: and take a peek inside!
H: scrape my cervix with a sharp pointy phalanx!
PW: (that doesn't exactly go with my rhyme scheme, but it made me spit root beer, so I'll allow it)
H: (ok, that didn't make sense. what rhymes with cervix?)
PW: (no, we're rhyming "inside")
PW: I'll spread my legs real wiiiiiiiiiiiide!
H: ha!
And as I sat laughing my uterus off at my desk, Hot Boss comes up...
"You're laughing pretty loudly over here. What's so funny?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"It's dirty."
"Well, now you have to tell me."
"I can't. It involves The V Word, and I can't say The V Word to my boss."
"The V Word."
"Yup."
"THEE V Word?"
"Yup."
"You're right -- don't say it to me."
Comments
Vagina! Vagina. VAGINA!
also:
THINGS!!!!!
Posted by: heather at July 21, 2005 03:15 PM
pha·lanx [ fáy làngks, fá làngks ],noun
1. tight group: a group of people, animals, or objects that are moving or standing closely together
2. ancient troop formation: especially in ancient Greece, a group of soldiers that attacked in close formation, protected by their overlapping shields and projecting spears
Either of these definitions I find exteremely amusing, in context.
Posted by: Marty at July 21, 2005 05:24 PM
Okay. I totally LOVE the relationship you have with your boss, but more than that? The next time I have to go spread for the OBGYN, I'm totally gonna call you for moral support beforehand.
Posted by: Queen of Ass at July 22, 2005 10:23 AM