What's your favorite term of endearment for pussy?  Besides pussy and pie, I mean.

I like mine bubble gum cigar pink too, when I can rent it that way.  Naturally though, so ladies don't go dying your labs for me.  Its bad enough when the carpet does not match the drapes, don't go painting the hardwood floor too.

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here ya go.


Bearded Clam
PooTang
Trim
Vertical Smile
Box
Muffin
Cooter
Snapper
Snatch
Festering Gash
Love Canal
Jade Gate
Hair Pie
Furr Burger
Taco
Beaver

I'm sure I forget a few.

BBxxx

although 'old fashioned', I do like 'womanhood'.

It has a bit of primal eroticism to it if used in the proper context.  

for those of us who like them as hairy as possible.

And the first time I heard the phrase "carpet munchers" was on our way to the park when I was a kid and my dad saw two women holding hands.LOL

And I thought I was the only one that called my "lady down there" Cookie!

Twin peaks of mount TaTa to the Clitoral Valley,
and terrian above, below and between I just love the female body.

Thank You
2008=27

Fanny pack means something totally different there.

BBxxx

... that's a festering gash.  I learned that on Nick TV.

Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt !!

I'd much rather fuck a Cunt than a Pussy, or a Coochie. Fucking a Cunt is nasty. Fucking a Cunt is dirty. Licking a Cunt tastes much better than licking a Gash, Snatch, or a Vagina.

Mmmmmmmmmmm !!! Now I'm hungry. I think I'll go eat some Cunt. Hey !! Where's the Cunt? I WANT SOME CUNT !!!!!!!

where Daniel Day Lewis' character begins to stutter while trying to say "congratulations" to his beautiful physical therapist with whom he has fallen in love upon her telling him that she got engaged to another.

The feeling of terror that gripped me was like no other.

One of the best cinemtic scenes ever.

He should have gotten the academy award for "Gangs of New York" He got hosed that year. And yes, that scene in "My Left Foot" was great.

my 'cookie', Ms. Kitty and my HooHoo  

As excellent piece of cinematic storytelling if ever there was one, and still very relevant to this day.

And folks, don't let the title scare you...there is hardly any blood spilt (but a lot of oil).

Well, I answered by going right down on her.

She screamed "What the hell are you doing?"

I said you asked me to taste your red velvet.

She said she had just baked a cake and had some in the fridge.

Ba-doom.

"red" velvet brings up other, less inviting thoughts. lol