true, true, giant vaginas (large enough to hold sexy midgets) are an asset here in the MF.
in a continuation of a theme...
don't you hate it when you're clean and sober for a good, solid week and someone offers you an eyedropper full of mescaline and you're all like, "sure, dude, cool!" and shortly after you take it and down it in one your manager looks over the wall of your cubicle and it looks as though he has the head of Ra instead of his normal pasty visage?
i hate it when that happens.