Yep. You Read Me Right.
Um. I’m not even really sure what the appropriate response is to this. It’s just… well… what the crap?!
Yeah. Let that one sink into your mind-head for a minute.
“After a breakup, a friend of mine Swarovski-crystalled my precious lady. It shined like a disco ball so I have a whole chapter in there on how women should vagazzle their vajayjays.”
Look, we’ve all been through break ups. And they suck. I get it. But do what normal girls do. Go gain 15 pounds. Drink heavily. Go on a trip around the world and “find yourself.” Cut your hair. Dye your hair. Murder your ex-boyfriend and stash his body in the trunk of your pink Cadillac.
But, for the love of biscuits, DO NOT GLUE CRYSTALS ON TO YOUR LABIA.
And also, the next person that calls her “vagina” her “precious lady” is getting stabbed. In the neck. By me.
It’s vagina. VAGINA. It’s not a dirty word.
It’s OK by me if you go the Borat route and call it “vagine.” It makes it sound like a Morroccan appetizer. “I’ll have the couscous, the kebab, and a helping of the vagine. Don’t forget the pita bread!”
Video after the jump (head to the 2:40 marker if Madame Ghost Whisperer makes you stabby).
(H/T to WhoMee)