Can Peter Penis Be Far Behind?

Remember this post?

Thanks to a good friend of mine, I have found the female equivalent, at least as far as mind bogglement goes. (Warning: Be prepared -- it's graphic, but in a stuffed velvety sort of way.)

I'm wondering how I got along without this educational tool of female empowerment. I mean, I was deprived. I had to discover my own infrastructure with a mirror and a magnifying glass and a reference book and my own two hands. Stuffing my arm into a pudenda puppet in not my idea of expressing my womanhood.

As for turning "difficult conversations" into humorous intimate encounters, I can only imagine a scene where the woman pulls out her Victoria Vulva puppet and uses the ancient art of ventriloquism to educate her lover. Meanwhile, in order to really get the laughs going, the lover pulls out the Peter Penis puppet.

At this point my brain just melts and leaks out of my ears.

And really -- I do not need a throw pillow to teach me how to do Kegel exercises. Girls, it just ain't that hard! (So to speak.)

But lest I be too critical... no, never mind. I can't. I'm sorry. I'm too busy laughing.

I mean, it really gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "I think I'm going to snatch 40 winks" doesn't it?