I can count to ten on my fingers.  In my bare feet, I can count up to twenty. Without my pants, I can count all the way up to twenty and one-half!

The old belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the ring with surprise and horror.  I rest my case.

The recommended treatment is a hysterectomy?  It's just a little bloating under my breast bags for Gawd's sake!

 

Yes, there are times when I am an evil queen.  I am not evil enough to request forgiveness nor weak enough to need it.

Science has revealed it has been working on the possibility of the insertion of a vagina into the scrotum sac giving males the ability to give birth.  Of course the scrotum sac must be emptied of its contents at the time of transplant.  The reason for this marvelous procedure is to eliminate abortions since some men concern themselves with the unborn and will do what it takes to prevent said procedure and in preventing women who choose to have one while offering this marvelous alternative.  Men will now accept the responsibility.  It is expected there will be millions of male volunteers to step it up and devotedly become real mothers.
It's a WIN-WIN for all!

For anyone who ever thought 'speedos' were the ugliest things ever worn, I offer you proof that you are wrong.