That might leave us with two 250 pound vaginas, which is not really going to look right with the scale of my garden. As it is, the single, striking 500 pounder really ties the yard together.
Maybe it rode a very very large horse. A lot. IT’S POSSIBLE. I don’t know why people have SUCH a hard time believing a girl can break her hyman simply by riding a horse. It’s not as if a girl would lie about such a thing. Ever. And why ask? It’s not as if we were living in the 19th century, and I had to prove anything. IT. IT had to prove anything.
I’m actually a pretty big fan of it myself. I have this weird urge to touch it. If it were more on the order of… $10… it would be sitting in my living room right now, being awkwardly stroked. And I’m straight. Yeah, pretty sure it’s just a sculpture of strange glory.
For some reason, in the upsidedown one, the clit at first looked like an indentation to me. I keep switching, only being able to see it in or out for a while.
Well, ladies, I guess the secrets out: or clits are reversible so we can hide them and make guys feel inadequate.
Allow me to be boring and explain why it looks like an indentation when upside down. The only natural light is the sun. Our brains expect things to be lit from above. So something that is shadowed on top and lit below looks like an indentation to us. Something lit on top and shadowed below looks like a protrusion.
This is why shaded relief maps are shaded as if lit from top left. It makes the mountains look like protuberances. (The left bit is simple convention.)
Photos of the moon are a classic way to play with this preference of our brains. With a little practice you can make the craters pop in and out.
I could see paying $1 to get a picture taken next to the vagina that could swallow you whole – its cheap. Newt Gingrich is charging $50 to take a picture with him – but Newt is more of a dick than a vagina and I also respect vagina more!
“What’s that, Lassie? Timmy says he can’t find his way around and wants help? Well of course not. He’s his father’s son.
He SAYS he wants help, but trust me, he hates having anything even suggested to him. ‘What, you think I don’t know my way around? Is that what you think? How come YOU know so much about it, huh?’ is all I’ve heard since the wedding.
What? Oh, yeah, Timmy. Whatever. Help Mommy find the vodka first. I’m really sick of this kid always falling into something. Have to put a leash on him and stake him in the garden. VODKA, dammit, not SCOTCH. Does it LOOK like it’s after dinner? No. It’s vodka time!”
It’s *not bad* in the sense that the artist has genuine talent. It’s *bad* in the sense that no one is going to come to your barbecue if their kid is going to keep playing around the 500 pound marble megavulva you have by the pool.
I believe the lecture would be something along the lines of, “Look. LOOK! It’s RIGHT FUCKING THERE! If you still can’t find it, ask for directions. And if you still can’t find it, you might want to consider looking into men instead.”
If you still can’t find it, you can use your phone’s GPS – IT’S THAT BIG!
“Suri, direct me to the Pleasure Pearl. Not the massage parlor, the pink marble one.
If I want a 500 lb giant pussy statue, I’d go downtown to one of the feminist hippy artists and special order one. I’d probably end up paying with patchouli incense/oil and weed. So…about fifty bucks. And it’d probably be “fuckable” too.
I’m glad I looked at his other stuff, wow! I think a lot of them wouldn’t work on a smaller scale, which is a shame, because my budget is on a much smaller scale. I love the siren.
So I’m NOT the first one to notice that the seller’s a dude. Honestly, the statue itself did not surprise me: I have become far too jaded for that. What DID surprise me was finding out it was NOT made by a “wombyn”.
Who is it that universally worships labia? I bet it’s the same country whose military wears crushed velvet puff-sleeved bethonged body suits as their uniform.
A Google advanced search using “band name” for “this exact word or phrase” and regretsy.com as “this site or domain” turns up this on the first page alone:
Twin Mons of Terror
Hair Trigger Coochie
Mucus Plug
SteamPunk Furry
Hottest Chicken Town
Justin Bieber Sequence
Emo Hipster Porn
Scrotum Weevils
Super Dank Nugs
Donkabunnyduckface
In fanfic, the phrase is “glistening folds”. There is a group over on LiveJournal that loves to make fun of poorly written fanfic using really awful sexual prose: http://weepingcock.livejournal.com/
This would make a FABULOUS podium for the Republican convention. It’s be the perfect prop for how CONCERNED they are about things going on up in there.
I think this would look fantastic in the guest room. If ever there was a way to keep relatives from staying over, a 500lb bajingo watching them sleep would be just the ticket.
Vagina dentata…what a wonderful phrase!
Vagina dentata, ain’t no passin’ craze!
It means no worries for the rest of your days!
It’s our problem-free philosophy.
Vagina dentata!
What story is better than Twilight? Well, any story is better than Twilight, heck, even a story of how a dog ends up humping someone’s leg is a better love story than Twilight, but which story are you referring to?
I gotta play the lottery. This would be a totally awesome sculpture for my front yard. I don’t live in a homeowner association zone so my bible thumping neighbors would just have to deal with it!
I would dress it up every holiday too – with lights.
He lives in “The Mission” which is ground zero for self absorbed hipster Burning Man douchewads. I live near S.F. and know the type who live in that particular S.F. neighborhood.
Thats Mrs. Bitch to you
March 28, 2012 at 12:21 pm
Needs a big ol’ hunk of rope hanging out the bottom and then it could be used as the centerpiece at red tent parties. If you’re going to humiliate your daughter, go big or GTFO.
OK, WTF is a Red Tent party? Isn’t that when at 13 you scream through the bathroom door “Oh Lord” & your older sister yells back “under the sink”? Or is that just me?
I really did not need any more of a party than that. The horror of reading the tampon product monograph & associated questions were fun enough for me!
At least with this one you know what it’s supposed to be. We have a fountain in our parking lot that kids come to from miles around to get their pictures taken with the giant green vagina. The “artist” claims it’s a cross between a canoe and an ax head. Sure it is…
When I was 9 my mom, out of the blue…. for NO reason… walked into my room and told me, “It’s okay to look at your vagina in the mirror if you’re curious. Vagina’s are beautiful.” Then she walked out and closed the door leaving me in stunned, horrified silence. I wish I had $10,000.00 so I could have this delivered to her front yard while she’s at work. She deserves it.
That is just such an awesome story. Now I don’t feel so bad about how, when I was 11 and trapped on the sofa with a cold and a thermometer stuck in my mouth, my mom started in OUT OF NOWHERE with “the talk” – awkwardly, mind you, and my temperature shot through the roof.
At least your mom talked to you. Mine gave me a book called, I kid you not, ‘The Wonderful Story of How you Were Born.’ I would later find out this was the exact same book she’d given to my older sisters, so the copyright date was likely in the late 1940s-early-1950s.
As it was, it left out a crucial piece of information, and I was 12 and had already started my period by the time I found out HOW that sperm and egg got together.
Badger, I had the same problem. For many of my early childhood I thought all you had to do was lie in the same bed overnight and those little buggers just crawled on over … *sigh*
Eleven here. I knew about babies growing inside the mom from age 6 or so, but I thought they just *prayed* to get pregnant. And males had penises so you could tell them apart from girls when they were babies. My mom would have kept the truth from me longer, but those booklets that came with the My First Period kit spilled the beans.
I found that out the sperm-egg thing at the age of 6. I didn’t ask. My mom just sat me down one day and with no provocation, drew me pictures of penises and vagina’s and sperm and eggs. She also told me that when I started my periods she would throw me a party. When the big day finally arrived, I didn’t tell her.
Better than the book I got when I was little. It just said that “mommies and daddies do a special cuddle” and 9 months later your kid brother or sister pops out…
Well, that’s ALL better than what I got from my parents. Which was zip. Nothing. I learned about periods for the first time in fourth grade at school, and when I tried to talk to my mom about it later, she said, “You don’t need to worry about that yet.”
I never asked again.
Oh, and I found out a little about sex from a book at my FRIEND’S house. And my younger sister, who had far more interesting friends than I did.
No ‘talk’. No party. No sex ed. Complete humiliation. I was 13 & tiny when it started, banished to my divorced 60+ Dad’s place so Mom could marinate her migraines in rum for a week. Only because of ads in Seventeen I knew – sort of – what to tell him ( through the locked bathroom door) to go buy at the drugstore. He got extra-super-jumbo-postpartum size suitable for use as body pillows or cleaning up oil spills in the Gulf..
We tracked that vagina for days. Most hunters would have given up, but we knew it was wounded and we were desperate. It had been a hard year on the Oregon Trail. Paul died of Typhoid. And we hand used our last bullet on the vagina as it moved slowly diagonally across the field of view. When we finally found the 514 pound vagina, we knew that we had enough food to make it. But we were only able to carry a 100 lbs back to the wagon…..
Speaking of which, the discoloration of the stone on the right disturbs me a bit. I know that every snowflake is special, but what, oh what is that? A birthmark? Something that requires Amoxycillin?
Man I would totally buy this just to screw with my square of a neighbor… Although 10if G’s seems awful steep. For thata kinda money I’d
want somethingto really obnoxious… Perhaps a giant neon lighted penis fountain that plays La Cucaracha every ten minutes.
I’m no doctor, but through my extensive experience as an aficionado of “feminine architecture”, I’m fairly certain that the artist’s model has
Herpes (brown scabs around the edges)Venereal warts (in the folds on the right 1/3 from the bottom)The beginnings of a yeast infection (highlights look lumpy here and there). I’d have to smell it to be sure.
Hmmmm… A vagina-shaped boat. The oar handles would be shaped like penises. After 10 minutes of rowing, the boat shudders, secrets fluids, and wants you out.
Since when is the human body “architecture”? This artist is aware that “built like a brick house” is an expression, right?
Well, either way…I’d purchase it for 10K if it were turned into a fountain. Our home has no homeowner’s association, and I’ve been dying to see what we can get away with in the front yard. I’m pretty sure the neighbor kids would play in it, though.
We were discussing the model the artiste used. He is an artiste after all, not just some creepy old guy who loves poonami, a fucking artiste I tell you. And I am wondering, did he pay a sitting fee for a model, did he need to pay for several sittings unitl he found “the one” to forever enshrine as “Poonami”, or did he go the more business-like route and just buy a penthouse? What do you think? $50 – $500 each for models until he found the perfect one, or $6.50 for a couple dozen glossy ones? Which could it be?
Published next month: “Nancy Drew and the Case of the $10,000 Bajingo.” She must figure out who stole a valuable sculpture, why the hell they would take it in the first place, where they would hide the hideous thing, and how to convince the owners to take it back…
And there could be mugs and stuffed replicas and T-shirts like “I visited the Giant Vagina!” — I think this would be a brilliant tourist campaign for one of those small towns that needs a few tourist dollars… !
Know how amusing it is when a display ad seems to be connected somehow to what Regretsy is featuring? Know that looks-like-a-garden-trowel vibrator that a lot of people have on their view of Regretsy.
Now I have one above that—a frustrated woman and man with the headline NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU MAY NEED ONE.
OK, so it’s for lawyers, but I found the pairing amusing.
C’mon sweetie…own your body. It’s called a Clitoris & if you can’t even type the word at Regretsy, how are you ever gonna be able to speak it to direct someone there when you need them to?
Can someone photoshop this next to Mount Rushmore, with all of their eyes staring at it? I have two papers and a test soon, so I really should focus on that instead of creating fuckery…
That and the simple one farther up at the podium took the better part of two hours on MS paint, as I have no skills.
to be honest I kinda like it. The awful rough scarring on the lower lip makes me envision horrible diseases, though. I’ll have to pass on this one. Darn.
March 28, 2012 at 11:36 am
If I wanted a 500 pound vag I’d buy $2,000 worth of Twinkies and make one myself.
March 28, 2012 at 11:49 am
Best Regretsy comment ever. EVER.
March 28, 2012 at 11:57 am
If I wanted a 500 pound vag, I’d go halves with on on the twinkies and ask if you’d mind sharing.
March 28, 2012 at 12:03 pm
That might leave us with two 250 pound vaginas, which is not really going to look right with the scale of my garden. As it is, the single, striking 500 pounder really ties the yard together.
March 28, 2012 at 12:23 pm
2 250lb vaginas sounds like the beginnings of a superb horror movie. Or terrible porn.
(nods to rule 34)
(|) (|) , ,, ,,,,
^ people fleeing the Twin Mons of Terror
March 28, 2012 at 1:40 pm
Twin Mons of Terror needs to be a band name too…
March 28, 2012 at 6:18 pm
Think BIG. You’d have the beginnings of an avenue, now you got some symmetry goin’ on.
March 29, 2012 at 10:12 am
winner winner Internet dinner
March 28, 2012 at 11:36 am
If I wanted an expensive, hideous, 500lb pink vagina, I’d buy Newt Gingrich.
March 28, 2012 at 11:39 am
If I wanted a hideous 500 lb pink vagina, I’d still be dating my ex…
March 28, 2012 at 11:43 am
If I wanted an expensive, hideous, 500lb pink vagina, I’d buy this.
March 28, 2012 at 11:43 am
That’s just insulting to vagina’s everywhere.
March 28, 2012 at 11:50 am
I like this comment but have to point out that it’s insulting to vaginas.
March 28, 2012 at 11:56 am
I was going to say the same thing
March 28, 2012 at 12:24 pm
best username/post today
March 28, 2012 at 11:57 am
It’s true. I’m sorry, vaginas.
*hangs head*
March 28, 2012 at 12:52 pm
I will being apologizing to as many vagina as possible – ARE YOU WITH ME BRACE?!!
March 28, 2012 at 11:58 am
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March 28, 2012 at 12:39 pm
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March 28, 2012 at 11:36 am
Well I think I do see the Virgin Pussy.
March 28, 2012 at 11:41 am
I dunno… it looks pretty wide to be a virgin…
March 28, 2012 at 11:56 am
Maybe it rode a very very large horse. A lot. IT’S POSSIBLE. I don’t know why people have SUCH a hard time believing a girl can break her hyman simply by riding a horse. It’s not as if a girl would lie about such a thing. Ever. And why ask? It’s not as if we were living in the 19th century, and I had to prove anything. IT. IT had to prove anything.
March 28, 2012 at 1:13 pm
<3
March 28, 2012 at 5:46 pm
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March 28, 2012 at 11:36 am
I’ve always wanted a 500 pound vagina! I know what I’m asking for for Mother’s Day!
March 28, 2012 at 12:27 pm
Well, children should pay the damages they’ve done. There is, like, a valuable lesson.
March 28, 2012 at 11:36 am
I’d bet the asking price that my ex still wouldn’t be able to find the clitoris.
March 28, 2012 at 11:44 am
Damn, that coffee burned when I spit it out!
March 28, 2012 at 12:13 pm
March 28, 2012 at 12:25 pm
I love you for that
March 28, 2012 at 1:29 pm
You’re my favorite (for at least the next two hours)
March 28, 2012 at 3:12 pm
Wait, where?
I don’t see it.
March 28, 2012 at 6:55 pm
I love this comment.
March 28, 2012 at 4:56 pm
NEW RED TENT/BACHELOR PARTY GAME!
Pin the clit on the 500 lbs vagina.
March 28, 2012 at 12:43 pm
Second best Regretsy comment ever.
March 28, 2012 at 4:51 pm
THIS is the best post ever, to infinity and beyond.I laughed so hard I farted!
March 29, 2012 at 9:27 am
Imagine the wind if that thing varted.
March 28, 2012 at 11:38 am
I’m pretty sure the Virgin Mary looks nothing like a big, pink vag. Just sayin’….
March 28, 2012 at 11:50 am
It’s in one of the lesser-known passages of the apocrypha. “And yea, did she like the mighty vag appear.”
March 28, 2012 at 12:15 pm
When she’s standing in a pink bathtub she does.
March 28, 2012 at 4:57 pm
Maybe she did to God, which is why he picked her.
March 28, 2012 at 6:20 pm
What with those Deo-Vision goggles and all.
March 28, 2012 at 11:38 am
Is it weird that I actually like this? I am a lesbian, but a am so mesmerized by its glory I could fall in. . . . . .
March 28, 2012 at 8:28 pm
I think I know her…wait…what…nevermind
March 28, 2012 at 9:15 pm
I’m actually a pretty big fan of it myself. I have this weird urge to touch it. If it were more on the order of… $10… it would be sitting in my living room right now, being awkwardly stroked. And I’m straight. Yeah, pretty sure it’s just a sculpture of strange glory.
March 28, 2012 at 11:38 am
Hmm. I’ve never seen a vagina with vitiligo before. Fascinating.
March 28, 2012 at 11:40 am
You obviously didn’t see Michael Jackson’s Playboy spread…
March 28, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Googled expecting horrible results, actually not so bad.
March 28, 2012 at 11:39 am
“from a certain angle”
Is there any angle that this doesn’t look like a giant bajingo?
March 28, 2012 at 11:41 am
The one where you squint REALLY close at the man in the boat…
March 28, 2012 at 11:42 am
I don’t know if it’s just me, but it looks like the “artist” added an extra set or two of labia.
March 28, 2012 at 11:43 am
Wings, for her pleasure?
March 28, 2012 at 11:48 am
Yeah, the first thing that came to mind when that popped onto my screen was “ew, raw clam.”
March 28, 2012 at 11:48 am
March 28, 2012 at 11:57 am
sort of looks like a leaf, too.
March 28, 2012 at 12:55 pm
A smile?
A smiling vagaina?
March 28, 2012 at 8:30 pm
All depends on who you’re with. I’m sure mine has smiled a time or two…
March 28, 2012 at 3:35 pm
For some reason, in the upsidedown one, the clit at first looked like an indentation to me. I keep switching, only being able to see it in or out for a while.
Well, ladies, I guess the secrets out: or clits are reversible so we can hide them and make guys feel inadequate.
March 28, 2012 at 7:31 pm
Allow me to be boring and explain why it looks like an indentation when upside down. The only natural light is the sun. Our brains expect things to be lit from above. So something that is shadowed on top and lit below looks like an indentation to us. Something lit on top and shadowed below looks like a protrusion.
This is why shaded relief maps are shaded as if lit from top left. It makes the mountains look like protuberances. (The left bit is simple convention.)
Photos of the moon are a classic way to play with this preference of our brains. With a little practice you can make the craters pop in and out.
March 28, 2012 at 9:07 pm
Thanks!
Now I know!
March 28, 2012 at 9:09 pm
I’m a map-loving geography nerd, and enjoyed that explanation very much.
March 28, 2012 at 4:59 pm
If my husband was still a teenage boy, I’m sure he’d be thinking, “If it had a hole, I could really fuck it.”
March 28, 2012 at 6:21 pm
Duh, from behind.
March 28, 2012 at 11:42 am
Wait ’til it’s been out for awhile and the birds have crapped on it – delightful!
March 28, 2012 at 11:43 am
Hey, it might turn out looking like a money shot!
March 28, 2012 at 11:45 am
Technically, when it’s covered in Pollen, it will be covered in tree sperm…
and if it’s the Virgin Mary’s bajingo…
HOLY SHIT….
March 28, 2012 at 11:54 am
Treesus Christ!
March 28, 2012 at 1:43 pm
For that pun, I demand you get thee to the forums and JOIN US!!!
March 28, 2012 at 3:15 pm
I don’t know… That sounds like more commitment and responsibility than I can handle.
March 28, 2012 at 11:54 am
I await the second coming of Treesus!
March 29, 2012 at 9:30 am
i think it ate the Virgin Mary.
March 28, 2012 at 12:25 pm
Was totally thinking that!
March 28, 2012 at 12:58 pm
…add a fountain so it squirts? According to Sex and the City making a vagina squirt is the ultimate!
March 28, 2012 at 2:04 pm
I…what? You can…what?
This. This is why I never watched Sex And The City, and I’m not the least bit sorry.
March 28, 2012 at 2:53 pm
It’s pretty cool, not sure if it’s the ultimate, but then I am on the wrong side to determine that.
March 28, 2012 at 5:20 pm
yeah, dated a squirter once…gotta get them to multiples first (her, anyway), then watch out for the tsunami!
March 28, 2012 at 2:55 pm
I’ll lick that. Um I mean “I like that”
March 28, 2012 at 4:55 pm
It was only a matter of time before the subject of “squirters”…er…came up here. What took so long?
March 28, 2012 at 5:20 pm
sorry, I was having dinner
March 28, 2012 at 11:42 am
I’m surprised this one hasn’t already been purchased by the Wombyn’s Department of Etsy.
I’d pay $1 to have a photo taken with it, caption reading something about a giant twat.
March 28, 2012 at 11:44 am
Why not mention the sculpture in the caption too?
(Teasing, of course)
March 28, 2012 at 3:37 pm
I sense a business opportunity.
March 28, 2012 at 5:02 pm
I could see paying $1 to get a picture taken next to the vagina that could swallow you whole – its cheap. Newt Gingrich is charging $50 to take a picture with him – but Newt is more of a dick than a vagina and I also respect vagina more!
March 29, 2012 at 6:16 pm
I’d pay $1 each to have the Etsy staff pose with it, caption reading something about a giant twat.
March 28, 2012 at 11:42 am
Nothing like a 200lb. snatch, if you know what I mean
March 28, 2012 at 11:48 am
You won’t fool me this time, link-in-the-comments-on-Regretsy. I refuse to be further traumatized.
Send me to meatspin once, shame on you…
March 28, 2012 at 11:49 am
Actually, it’s a YouTube link to a Whose Line is it Anyway? video, but I definitely understand the caution.
March 28, 2012 at 2:17 pm
And you beat me to it! I was hoping to get that in, considering where I took my username from.
March 28, 2012 at 2:34 pm
You are awesome sir! Have some internets!
March 28, 2012 at 11:52 am
Whose Line! It’s a safe link, I promise.
March 28, 2012 at 11:43 am
This is one of those times I wish I had the money to loan this to the outdoor sculpture park. I can imagine the moms…TIMMY QUIT CLIMBING ON THE VULVA!
March 28, 2012 at 11:49 am
“What’s that, Lassie? Timmy fell in the taint again?”
March 28, 2012 at 12:01 pm
“What’s that, Lassie? Timmy says he can’t find his way around and wants help? Well of course not. He’s his father’s son.
He SAYS he wants help, but trust me, he hates having anything even suggested to him. ‘What, you think I don’t know my way around? Is that what you think? How come YOU know so much about it, huh?’ is all I’ve heard since the wedding.
What? Oh, yeah, Timmy. Whatever. Help Mommy find the vodka first. I’m really sick of this kid always falling into something. Have to put a leash on him and stake him in the garden. VODKA, dammit, not SCOTCH. Does it LOOK like it’s after dinner? No. It’s vodka time!”
March 28, 2012 at 1:33 pm
I love you.
March 28, 2012 at 12:08 pm
“Delores! Get OFF the Clitoris!”
March 28, 2012 at 1:28 pm
“Mulva, what did I just tell you?? Get down, NOW!”
March 28, 2012 at 2:08 pm
Get off, now! NO! not that kind of get off! Hands out of your pants, I mean it. Or your dad will hear about this!
March 28, 2012 at 11:43 am
Where’s the matching 500 pound penis?
March 28, 2012 at 11:52 am
He’s currently serving as the Governor of New Jersey.
March 28, 2012 at 11:58 am
THAT is the comment of the day.
March 28, 2012 at 12:40 pm
March 28, 2012 at 5:23 pm
GAH! I was laughing so hard I was holding my sides through this whole thread, they hurt so bad
then I read that and I think I just burst my spleen
March 28, 2012 at 7:49 pm
I’m right there with ya G Val … only now I’m trying to mop up tea from my laptop
March 29, 2012 at 1:55 pm
At first I thought of Newts head, but then Christie popped into my mind…blocking the sun…..
March 28, 2012 at 11:44 am
“feminine architecture”?
lousy architect. surely could have done better? perhaps a highlighted “This Way” to the clitoris?
March 28, 2012 at 12:03 pm
I’m thinking big blinking neon.
March 28, 2012 at 2:50 pm
Or it could buzz when you touch it wrong, Operation-style.
March 28, 2012 at 5:01 pm
Does it include a map, a flashlight and a paper bag?
March 28, 2012 at 5:49 pm
Let’s hope so, because if the guy can’t find it, there’s gonna be some lonely nights with only a man, a fleshlight, and a dirty mag.
March 28, 2012 at 6:15 pm
Hey! I found the map!
March 28, 2012 at 7:01 pm
w00t! AFP!
March 29, 2012 at 6:02 pm
I found a fleshlight… but I’d rather not touch it.
March 28, 2012 at 5:15 pm
March 28, 2012 at 6:17 pm
I’ve found one tends to get better results with at least two fingers.
March 28, 2012 at 11:45 am
It’s *not bad* in the sense that the artist has genuine talent. It’s *bad* in the sense that no one is going to come to your barbecue if their kid is going to keep playing around the 500 pound marble megavulva you have by the pool.
March 28, 2012 at 11:46 am
I call dibs on Megavulva as my band’s name!!! DIBS!!!
March 28, 2012 at 12:00 pm
DAMMIT! Too late again!
March 28, 2012 at 11:47 am
I especially love this artists other work: A mermaid nursing a baby dolphin.
http://www.etsy.com/listing/87941182/ocean-mother-mermaid
March 28, 2012 at 1:46 pm
Dolphin? It looks like a woman taking a vacuum hose to her nipple.
March 28, 2012 at 4:20 pm
Yes it does. Ouch.
March 28, 2012 at 2:03 pm
I didn’t know that Willem DaFoe had such large nipples.
March 28, 2012 at 7:50 pm
Is it just me or does that look like Mick Jagger with boobs, nursing a platypus?
March 28, 2012 at 11:48 am
the Jolly Green Giant is trying desperately to remember his paypal password…
March 28, 2012 at 1:52 pm
He better hurry. As soon as Babe the Blue Ox finds out this exists he’s going to buy it for Paul Bunyan.
Moo means No. It always means No.
March 28, 2012 at 1:53 pm
Oh… you are SOOO getting motorboated this weekend for that one…
March 29, 2012 at 12:27 pm
They prefer the teeny, tiny ones at paypal
http://bit.ly/GU0Zoa
March 28, 2012 at 11:49 am
This could be used for a cunnilinges 101 class.
March 28, 2012 at 11:59 am
I believe the lecture would be something along the lines of, “Look. LOOK! It’s RIGHT FUCKING THERE! If you still can’t find it, ask for directions. And if you still can’t find it, you might want to consider looking into men instead.”
March 28, 2012 at 1:24 pm
If you still can’t find it, you can use your phone’s GPS – IT’S THAT BIG!
“Suri, direct me to the Pleasure Pearl. Not the massage parlor, the pink marble one.
March 28, 2012 at 11:49 am
If I want a 500 lb giant pussy statue, I’d go downtown to one of the feminist hippy artists and special order one. I’d probably end up paying with patchouli incense/oil and weed. So…about fifty bucks. And it’d probably be “fuckable” too.
March 28, 2012 at 11:50 am
He is right, it actually DOES look like the very stylized Mary figures some churches use.
But then its tucked inside a giant bajingo. A very elegant well done one.
His other sculptures are awesome. so out of my price range, but beautiful. I like this one too, but again, WHERE WOULD YOU PUT THIS?
March 28, 2012 at 11:53 am
why, in the front lawn, of course!
March 28, 2012 at 11:59 am
I’m thinking this would do much better nestled in some bushes.
March 28, 2012 at 1:56 pm
I dunno… I prefer my giant bajingo surrounded with freshly mown lawn…
I like my landscaping minimalist…
March 28, 2012 at 6:59 pm
Clarabelle the Cow’s garden has the perfect location.
March 28, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Right next to my 6-foot totem pole.
March 28, 2012 at 12:55 pm
My neighbor’s a twat so this would be perfect facing her side.
March 28, 2012 at 5:14 pm
In my city, we put the Virgin Mary on a half-shell and put it right out front of the house!
March 29, 2012 at 9:33 am
It should go on Ebay with the other Virgin Mary sightings on toast, in peanut butter etc.
March 28, 2012 at 11:54 am
Paging Hugh Hefner…
March 28, 2012 at 12:39 pm
I’m glad I looked at his other stuff, wow! I think a lot of them wouldn’t work on a smaller scale, which is a shame, because my budget is on a much smaller scale. I love the siren.
March 28, 2012 at 1:41 pm
Yeah, he really does have some amazing other sculptures. why must they be so expensive!
*COVETS*
March 28, 2012 at 4:54 pm
In one of those stylized churches, of course!
March 28, 2012 at 5:19 pm
Obviously, no Kardashian has seen this yet, or it would have been sold by now.
March 28, 2012 at 6:04 pm
So I’m NOT the first one to notice that the seller’s a dude. Honestly, the statue itself did not surprise me: I have become far too jaded for that. What DID surprise me was finding out it was NOT made by a “wombyn”.
March 28, 2012 at 11:51 am
This would make a great marker stone for Moaning Caverns in NorCal.
March 28, 2012 at 11:51 am
Who is it that universally worships labia? I bet it’s the same country whose military wears crushed velvet puff-sleeved bethonged body suits as their uniform.
March 28, 2012 at 9:27 pm
Or a guy. Just sayin’
March 28, 2012 at 11:54 am
Looks like the taint *is* included.
March 28, 2012 at 11:54 am
Labia Majora, indeed.
March 28, 2012 at 11:54 am
Someone tell me about the shipping fot this bodacious bajingo. I’m afraid to look.
March 28, 2012 at 12:05 pm
“Please convo me to discuss delivery location and shipment possibilities. Some locations ship free.”
Translation: “If you live within 100 miles, I’m SO going to load this baby on a flatbed and take the scenic route to show it off.”
March 28, 2012 at 11:55 am
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March 28, 2012 at 1:39 pm
Why? Think of the 500 lb. seismic orgasm.
March 28, 2012 at 2:02 pm
AAAAAAAAAAAND 500 lb Seismic Orgasm needs to be a band too…
March 28, 2012 at 5:26 pm
I hope April is keeping track of all these band names – I truly do. Imagine perusing a couple pages of THAT.
Are you listening, April?
March 28, 2012 at 6:38 pm
Today I thought about doing that at some point, but I spend too much time on here already. It’s hurting my grades.
March 28, 2012 at 9:21 pm
A Google advanced search using “band name” for “this exact word or phrase” and regretsy.com as “this site or domain” turns up this on the first page alone:
Twin Mons of Terror
Hair Trigger Coochie
Mucus Plug
SteamPunk Furry
Hottest Chicken Town
Justin Bieber Sequence
Emo Hipster Porn
Scrotum Weevils
Super Dank Nugs
Donkabunnyduckface
March 28, 2012 at 11:50 pm
Oh my God, what was the context of most of those? Well, no one can ever say Regretsy comments aren’t entertaining!
March 28, 2012 at 11:56 am
Umm…does it have to be so…shiny? It’s freakin me out.
March 28, 2012 at 12:00 pm
It’s the 5 gallons of KY poured over it.
March 28, 2012 at 5:05 pm
In fanfic, the phrase is “glistening folds”. There is a group over on LiveJournal that loves to make fun of poorly written fanfic using really awful sexual prose: http://weepingcock.livejournal.com/
March 28, 2012 at 5:33 pm
Yep, it’s really… moist.
March 29, 2012 at 4:30 am
Would you prefer it all dry and scratchy?
March 28, 2012 at 11:56 am
If this is art, then I can finally make my ten-foot-tall ceramic dildo. Hey, they can go hand-in-hand!
Or, you know, phallus-in-chalice. Whatever you want to call it.
March 28, 2012 at 12:01 pm
the phallus in the chalice holds the brew that is true.
March 28, 2012 at 12:52 pm
I was just saying to myself earlier that I wished I had a companion piece to balance out the 500 lb. marble dong I had made a couple years ago.
March 28, 2012 at 11:59 am
Can we view this in a room?? Maybe in a gyno office or Planned Parenthood??
March 28, 2012 at 12:02 pm
How about the front lawn of the White house, or in front of the steps of Congress.
March 28, 2012 at 1:12 pm
That comment alone makes me want to get a Kickstarter campaign going to make this dream a reality.
March 28, 2012 at 4:22 pm
I’m in.
March 28, 2012 at 6:30 pm
OMG Best Idea Ever.
March 28, 2012 at 9:31 pm
Occupy Vagina!
September 21, 2012 at 4:56 pm
Isn’t that what all those Republican congressmen are trying to do?
March 28, 2012 at 6:21 pm
Or in front of a Texas courthouse!
March 28, 2012 at 6:41 pm
At Santorum’s desk in the Senate!
March 28, 2012 at 9:02 pm
Please forgive my poor MS Paint skills. I haven’t done any photoshopping since a class in 7th Grade (I’m a junior in college).
March 28, 2012 at 12:04 pm
This would make a FABULOUS podium for the Republican convention. It’s be the perfect prop for how CONCERNED they are about things going on up in there.
March 28, 2012 at 12:51 pm
Fucking BRILLIANT! Even better than sending all those congresspeoples knit/crochet vaginae and uteri. We need to start a fund STAT!
March 28, 2012 at 12:06 pm
…in front of the Vatican.
March 28, 2012 at 12:02 pm
Do you think the Hillbilly Bajingo Wash is included to keep it clean?
March 28, 2012 at 12:54 pm
And one of those powerwashers.
March 28, 2012 at 1:32 pm
Like a giant Shower Massage? I’m getting woozy just thinking about it.
March 28, 2012 at 9:34 pm
I have a hand-held shower massager…
BRB!
March 28, 2012 at 9:43 pm
No way, you need to use Rocking Green Princess Fairy Yoni Bubbles for this beauty.
March 28, 2012 at 12:08 pm
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March 28, 2012 at 10:19 pm
As we learned from the Great Wall of Vagina and its infinitely wise creator, no two are alike!
March 28, 2012 at 10:52 pm
THE GREAT VULVAGINA
March 29, 2012 at 10:25 am
I don’t know about “Great Vulvagina,” but that thing is definitely Vaginormous.
March 28, 2012 at 12:08 pm
I think this would look fantastic in the guest room. If ever there was a way to keep relatives from staying over, a 500lb bajingo watching them sleep would be just the ticket.
March 28, 2012 at 1:47 pm
Add googly eyes to it and they’d NEVER sleep again!
March 28, 2012 at 6:24 pm
And fangs! Everybody loves a good vagina dentata!
March 28, 2012 at 7:54 pm
Vagina Dentata … yet another band name
March 28, 2012 at 7:54 pm
or maybe an Italian pasta dish …
March 28, 2012 at 9:39 pm
Vagina dentata…what a wonderful phrase!
Vagina dentata, ain’t no passin’ craze!
It means no worries for the rest of your days!
It’s our problem-free philosophy.
Vagina dentata!
March 28, 2012 at 12:09 pm
Still a better love story than Twilight….
March 29, 2012 at 6:56 pm
What story is better than Twilight? Well, any story is better than Twilight, heck, even a story of how a dog ends up humping someone’s leg is a better love story than Twilight, but which story are you referring to?
March 28, 2012 at 12:14 pm
I gotta play the lottery. This would be a totally awesome sculpture for my front yard. I don’t live in a homeowner association zone so my bible thumping neighbors would just have to deal with it!
I would dress it up every holiday too – with lights.
March 28, 2012 at 2:11 pm
You could carve out a spot in the back, put in some cushions, and have your own outdoor reading nook.
Or nookie, as the case may be.
March 28, 2012 at 12:17 pm
Think of all the lawn tools you could store in there…
March 28, 2012 at 1:03 pm
It’s like a giant walk-in shed.
March 28, 2012 at 12:19 pm
The artist’s profile is worth a read. I was thinking “This guy has got to be such a dick,” and well, you be the judge. http://www.etsy.com/people/PrimalArts?ref=pr_profile
March 28, 2012 at 12:46 pm
“Such a dick” is sooo understatement.
March 28, 2012 at 1:36 pm
Oh dear lord, what a classic case of Assholicus Hipsterius, Etsy variety.
I want to reach into my computer screen and slap him with a Steampunk Octopus.
March 28, 2012 at 6:25 pm
As long as it’s super-cute and “very” unique!
March 28, 2012 at 9:45 pm
And creamy…
March 28, 2012 at 3:20 pm
But his avatar photo is so verra handsome. *blarggh*
March 28, 2012 at 5:11 pm
He lives in “The Mission” which is ground zero for self absorbed hipster Burning Man douchewads. I live near S.F. and know the type who live in that particular S.F. neighborhood.
March 28, 2012 at 12:21 pm
Needs a big ol’ hunk of rope hanging out the bottom and then it could be used as the centerpiece at red tent parties. If you’re going to humiliate your daughter, go big or GTFO.
March 28, 2012 at 5:24 pm
OK, WTF is a Red Tent party? Isn’t that when at 13 you scream through the bathroom door “Oh Lord” & your older sister yells back “under the sink”? Or is that just me?
I really did not need any more of a party than that. The horror of reading the tampon product monograph & associated questions were fun enough for me!
March 28, 2012 at 9:50 pm
Now imagine that in a house of 3 older brothers…and no Mother…
(Although in all fairness, my oldest brother’s gf, and now wife, was there for me)
March 28, 2012 at 5:29 pm
THANK you!
March 28, 2012 at 12:27 pm
i’d rather have this sculpture – http://www.etsy.com/listing/87941182/ocean-mother-mermaid
is that a breast pump?!
March 28, 2012 at 6:14 pm
That is EXACTLY what I was thinking!
March 28, 2012 at 12:28 pm
At least with this one you know what it’s supposed to be. We have a fountain in our parking lot that kids come to from miles around to get their pictures taken with the giant green vagina. The “artist” claims it’s a cross between a canoe and an ax head. Sure it is…
http://www.fortsmithlibrary.org/Sculpture.html
(Did I mention it’s a water fountain? My friends affectionately call it the tinkling twat.)
March 28, 2012 at 12:53 pm
Looking at that makes me want to pee.
March 28, 2012 at 3:22 pm
Wow. The “close up of the wax application” was really special.
March 28, 2012 at 6:08 pm
It’s a lot more appealing than this thing (which I drove past regularly when I was in grad school): http://sandiego.about.com/od/uniquelysandiego/a/Hidden-San-Diego-The-Scripps-Turd-Sculpture.htm
March 28, 2012 at 12:34 pm
When I was 9 my mom, out of the blue…. for NO reason… walked into my room and told me, “It’s okay to look at your vagina in the mirror if you’re curious. Vagina’s are beautiful.” Then she walked out and closed the door leaving me in stunned, horrified silence. I wish I had $10,000.00 so I could have this delivered to her front yard while she’s at work. She deserves it.
March 28, 2012 at 5:34 pm
That is just such an awesome story. Now I don’t feel so bad about how, when I was 11 and trapped on the sofa with a cold and a thermometer stuck in my mouth, my mom started in OUT OF NOWHERE with “the talk” – awkwardly, mind you, and my temperature shot through the roof.
March 28, 2012 at 7:11 pm
At least your mom talked to you. Mine gave me a book called, I kid you not, ‘The Wonderful Story of How you Were Born.’ I would later find out this was the exact same book she’d given to my older sisters, so the copyright date was likely in the late 1940s-early-1950s.
As it was, it left out a crucial piece of information, and I was 12 and had already started my period by the time I found out HOW that sperm and egg got together.
March 28, 2012 at 7:59 pm
Badger, I had the same problem. For many of my early childhood I thought all you had to do was lie in the same bed overnight and those little buggers just crawled on over … *sigh*
March 28, 2012 at 8:00 pm
years* … many of my childhood *Years*
(I need more than tea now)
March 28, 2012 at 8:42 pm
Eleven here. I knew about babies growing inside the mom from age 6 or so, but I thought they just *prayed* to get pregnant. And males had penises so you could tell them apart from girls when they were babies. My mom would have kept the truth from me longer, but those booklets that came with the My First Period kit spilled the beans.
March 28, 2012 at 8:29 pm
I found that out the sperm-egg thing at the age of 6. I didn’t ask. My mom just sat me down one day and with no provocation, drew me pictures of penises and vagina’s and sperm and eggs. She also told me that when I started my periods she would throw me a party. When the big day finally arrived, I didn’t tell her.
March 28, 2012 at 9:14 pm
Better than the book I got when I was little. It just said that “mommies and daddies do a special cuddle” and 9 months later your kid brother or sister pops out…
March 29, 2012 at 8:40 am
I thought only uncles did the “special cuddle.” :-\
March 28, 2012 at 9:58 pm
Well, that’s ALL better than what I got from my parents. Which was zip. Nothing. I learned about periods for the first time in fourth grade at school, and when I tried to talk to my mom about it later, she said, “You don’t need to worry about that yet.”
I never asked again.
Oh, and I found out a little about sex from a book at my FRIEND’S house. And my younger sister, who had far more interesting friends than I did.
March 28, 2012 at 10:23 pm
I was in the summer after second or third grade when a FIRST GRADER told me.
April 1, 2012 at 3:32 pm
That’s a little alarming considering a lot of girls get their periods within a year or two of finishing fourth grade
March 28, 2012 at 11:34 pm
No ‘talk’. No party. No sex ed. Complete humiliation. I was 13 & tiny when it started, banished to my divorced 60+ Dad’s place so Mom could marinate her migraines in rum for a week. Only because of ads in Seventeen I knew – sort of – what to tell him ( through the locked bathroom door) to go buy at the drugstore. He got extra-super-jumbo-postpartum size suitable for use as body pillows or cleaning up oil spills in the Gulf..
March 28, 2012 at 12:38 pm
Wasn’t this an episode of “Everybody Loves Raymond?”
March 28, 2012 at 3:36 pm
don’t I wish.
March 28, 2012 at 5:09 pm
March 28, 2012 at 12:41 pm
We tracked that vagina for days. Most hunters would have given up, but we knew it was wounded and we were desperate. It had been a hard year on the Oregon Trail. Paul died of Typhoid. And we hand used our last bullet on the vagina as it moved slowly diagonally across the field of view. When we finally found the 514 pound vagina, we knew that we had enough food to make it. But we were only able to carry a 100 lbs back to the wagon…..
March 28, 2012 at 12:44 pm
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March 28, 2012 at 1:50 pm
Octomom before she lost the weight.
March 28, 2012 at 12:55 pm
Darryl Hannah’s.
March 28, 2012 at 12:55 pm
(the one with one r.)
March 28, 2012 at 7:29 pm
DUDES
Attack of the 50 Ft. Woman
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106317/
March 28, 2012 at 12:59 pm
I’d let mosses and stuff grow all over it so that I could introduce it to people by saying, “Lichen my vagina?”
March 28, 2012 at 5:29 pm
Speaking of which, the discoloration of the stone on the right disturbs me a bit. I know that every snowflake is special, but what, oh what is that? A birthmark? Something that requires Amoxycillin?
March 28, 2012 at 1:02 pm
Man I would totally buy this just to screw with my square of a neighbor… Although 10if G’s seems awful steep. For thata kinda money I’d
want somethingto really obnoxious… Perhaps a giant neon lighted penis fountain that plays La Cucaracha every ten minutes.
March 28, 2012 at 1:05 pm
Blarg! Dang smart phone! Autocorect ruins another post…
March 28, 2012 at 1:03 pm
There’s only one person I know whose interests and finances would support the sculpting AND purchase of this statue:
March 28, 2012 at 1:03 pm
I like his very descriptive way of saying “I like minge”.
March 28, 2012 at 1:12 pm
Frightened that I may find this thing on the front lawn of my gynecologist’s lawn.
March 28, 2012 at 1:40 pm
How many vaginas would he have to view before he could view just one more?
March 28, 2012 at 4:27 pm
I’m pretty sure at the end of the day, gynos are sick of bajingo.
March 28, 2012 at 1:27 pm
I’m no doctor, but through my extensive experience as an aficionado of “feminine architecture”, I’m fairly certain that the artist’s model has
Herpes (brown scabs around the edges)Venereal warts (in the folds on the right 1/3 from the bottom)The beginnings of a yeast infection (highlights look lumpy here and there). I’d have to smell it to be sure.
March 28, 2012 at 1:28 pm
A 500LB vagina must have a clit big enough to rub with an oar.
March 28, 2012 at 1:35 pm
I still can’t find it.
March 28, 2012 at 1:35 pm
[Insert Man-in-the-Boat joke here]
March 28, 2012 at 1:39 pm
Hmmmm… A vagina-shaped boat. The oar handles would be shaped like penises. After 10 minutes of rowing, the boat shudders, secrets fluids, and wants you out.
March 28, 2012 at 9:59 pm
10 minutes!?! I was thinking that it wouldn’t even leave the dock…
March 29, 2012 at 6:52 am
Insert rim-shot sound effect.
March 28, 2012 at 1:30 pm
I just think at some point the jack-hammering portion of the job started to feel awkward for everyone.
March 28, 2012 at 1:36 pm
I’m thinking the buffing and polishing stage wasn’t appropriate for public viewing, either.
March 28, 2012 at 1:43 pm
Since when is the human body “architecture”? This artist is aware that “built like a brick house” is an expression, right?
Well, either way…I’d purchase it for 10K if it were turned into a fountain. Our home has no homeowner’s association, and I’ve been dying to see what we can get away with in the front yard. I’m pretty sure the neighbor kids would play in it, though.
March 28, 2012 at 1:44 pm
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March 28, 2012 at 10:00 pm
No uterus = no worries.
March 29, 2012 at 3:00 pm
Stone twat = Big worry
March 29, 2012 at 5:36 pm
I sure as hell wouldn’t want to pay the welfare for the babies coming out of that gash!
March 28, 2012 at 1:45 pm
It’s lovely. Somebody ought to snatch this up.
March 28, 2012 at 1:50 pm
Twat did you say?
March 28, 2012 at 7:16 pm
Cunt you read?
March 28, 2012 at 10:01 pm
Box it up!
March 28, 2012 at 1:49 pm
From the artist’s profile:
“My companion, Maxime, also sells her work on this site.” … “I have been teaching her to carve and her hand is in some of the work presented here…”
Dude. That’s not her hand.
March 29, 2012 at 10:33 am
Oh you could definitely fit a whole hand in there. Probably both hands, even.
March 28, 2012 at 1:54 pm
If that’s flesh-tones, the person has jaundice!!
March 28, 2012 at 2:46 pm
Unknown to most people, Jesus actually walked out of the Virgin fully grown. This particular miracle was struck from the Bible early on.
March 28, 2012 at 2:57 pm
It’s a sailboat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpppJ5ecnW8
March 28, 2012 at 10:04 pm
I’m sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea…
March 28, 2012 at 3:01 pm
We were discussing the model the artiste used. He is an artiste after all, not just some creepy old guy who loves poonami, a fucking artiste I tell you. And I am wondering, did he pay a sitting fee for a model, did he need to pay for several sittings unitl he found “the one” to forever enshrine as “Poonami”, or did he go the more business-like route and just buy a penthouse? What do you think? $50 – $500 each for models until he found the perfect one, or $6.50 for a couple dozen glossy ones? Which could it be?
March 28, 2012 at 3:08 pm
Published next month: “Nancy Drew and the Case of the $10,000 Bajingo.” She must figure out who stole a valuable sculpture, why the hell they would take it in the first place, where they would hide the hideous thing, and how to convince the owners to take it back…
March 28, 2012 at 3:18 pm
I think we’re missing an opportunity. You know those cutouts at state fairs where you can stick your own head where the face is supposed to be?
March 28, 2012 at 5:14 pm
Here Cums Johnny?
March 28, 2012 at 6:35 pm
And there could be mugs and stuffed replicas and T-shirts like “I visited the Giant Vagina!” — I think this would be a brilliant tourist campaign for one of those small towns that needs a few tourist dollars… !
March 28, 2012 at 7:27 pm
March 28, 2012 at 9:23 pm
*Folksy accent* Thyat’s all, folks!
March 28, 2012 at 3:32 pm
Know how amusing it is when a display ad seems to be connected somehow to what Regretsy is featuring? Know that looks-like-a-garden-trowel vibrator that a lot of people have on their view of Regretsy.
Now I have one above that—a frustrated woman and man with the headline NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU MAY NEED ONE.
OK, so it’s for lawyers, but I found the pairing amusing.
March 28, 2012 at 6:25 pm
I’ve got those too…and a Fiver ad above it saying “I’ll be your puppet for $5.00″. I’m sure there’s a joke in there somewhere.
March 28, 2012 at 4:11 pm
About the Artist
I am an American artist residing in the Mission District of San Francisco, California -
That Explains Everything
March 28, 2012 at 5:33 pm
Isn’t this the sculpture Marie Barone made on Everybody Loves Raymond?
March 28, 2012 at 6:03 pm
I literally laughed so hard at this entire thread that I cried until I couldn’t read. Thank you Regretsy for making my day.
March 28, 2012 at 7:12 pm
I was looking for the mate to this statue. The results are fabulous.
“giant penis” – Google Search http://bit.ly/GZGA7h
March 28, 2012 at 9:31 pm
I should not have searced that with safe search off…
Anyway, this is one of the things that came up for me:
According to the site (http://www.eroticamusements.com/penis/giant-nazi-penis), it was actual propaganda.
March 28, 2012 at 7:56 pm
On what woman in what universe is that little thing perfectly round?
March 29, 2012 at 12:59 am
C’mon sweetie…own your body. It’s called a Clitoris & if you can’t even type the word at Regretsy, how are you ever gonna be able to speak it to direct someone there when you need them to?
March 29, 2012 at 1:00 am
PS – unless you’re a man, in which case … *sigh*
March 29, 2012 at 8:36 am
If that’s true, he may still have trouble saying the word for his own sex organ.
OK, let’s make it positive:
HA-PEEN-IS!
(Thank you, Peggy Hill)
March 28, 2012 at 8:33 pm
Wow, it’s a giant vagina covered in shit. How chic.
March 28, 2012 at 8:58 pm
I can’t stop laughing; you FJLs are ON FIRE tonight! And not just because of your raging yeast infections.
March 28, 2012 at 9:01 pm
is the price for it set in stone?
March 28, 2012 at 10:06 pm
Excuse me, your vagina appears to be a bit rusty.
March 29, 2012 at 8:44 am
I didn’t know it showed. *sigh*
March 28, 2012 at 10:52 pm
…The Great Wall of Vag would prolly fit inside of that. With room to spare.
March 29, 2012 at 12:11 am
It’s unfortunate that the grant money ran out before more of the Amazonian’s fossilized remains could be excavated.
March 29, 2012 at 12:14 am
Can someone photoshop this next to Mount Rushmore, with all of their eyes staring at it? I have two papers and a test soon, so I really should focus on that instead of creating fuckery…
That and the simple one farther up at the podium took the better part of two hours on MS paint, as I have no skills.
March 29, 2012 at 5:32 pm
to be honest I kinda like it. The awful rough scarring on the lower lip makes me envision horrible diseases, though. I’ll have to pass on this one. Darn.