"Why doesn't a girl have a dick?"
Hmmm... This is a tricky one. I've been trying to formulate my thoughts so I can respond in an enlightened and non-sarcastic way but that would be impossible so I have instead turned to some interesting links to help poor souls such as one such random google-dude find their way to the "hole truth."
Hours later, someone (an old high school lover, perhaps?) decided to hit on my mom by searching:
"Wendy Woolf topless"
Unfortunately there are no topless photos of my mother, at least not on this website... I don't think.
In other news, when you search "pooping girls" you will find Girl's Gone Child in the top five searches, which means I should probably just retire from the blogosphere right this second. My dreams have been realized. I AM the poop girl.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen... I'd like to thank my son for pooping all day long. And my dogs for their poop. And I'd like to thank you for reading my poo-poo poems and raps and rants about poop...
Unfortunately, it seems I have already accepted my trophy.... Sigh...
And on that note, I'd like to wish Miss Scarlett a very happy 20th/cancer free birthday. Muah.