To quote Pat Benatar, ‘Love is a battlefield’. Know what else can be a battlefield? Childbirth.
Seventeen stitches on my girly parts give me permission to say that and for those who ask ‘would you do it all again for more love from the love the world’s cutest poop-machines?’ I say ‘MOAR PLEASE‘.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my vajay-googoo and mourn its former state (you don’t always appreciate what you got until it’s been stretched beyond recognition) but wishes do me no good so why not eat cake? How about on Mother’s Day I do just that?
For the mother who has everything already this Mother’s Day, I present Vagina Cupcakes. Like people, vaginas come in all shapes, shades, and forms — from Brazilian to Hippy and Torn and Untorn and everything in between — and we should love each and every one of them. Or, maybe just the ones with sprinkles:
(Ed note: gives new meaning to the term FRANKENVULVA. Just sayin’.)
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I absolutely LOVE your vagina cup cakes! They too look yummy. You know I bet they would be a blast at a stag party!!
i usually give fruit gift baskets whenever there are special ocassions.,,;