Fat Tuesday, 1990. Me and Wendy and Maria went to some tattoo shop way way WAY down on the South Side. (This was before there was a piercing 'salon' on every corner--it was the only place we could find. It was right off the Skyway, I think. I was too scared to really notice.)
A biker named Gypsy did me. It was my first piercing.
(Yes, I have others...um...HAD others--1990 was a big piercing year for me. Unfortunately, only the navel and labia are left.)
And as far as 'sweet' goes, I dunno. You'll have to ask someone who's actually had a taste.
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He's kinda hairy.
For The King, ya know.
AND black.
Are you insinuating that hairy people can't be King?
Yeah, that's why I want to be the Pope instead.
And everyone could call you "your hirsute holiness."
If anyone ever called me that I'd make 'em kiss my labia ring. And call me 'Pope Punani'.
What kind of hat would you wear, your coochieness?
funny you should ask about my hat...
You have a labia ring???!!!
How sweet it is!
Yeppers, I do.
Fat Tuesday, 1990. Me and Wendy and Maria went to some tattoo shop way way WAY down on the South Side. (This was before there was a piercing 'salon' on every corner--it was the only place we could find. It was right off the Skyway, I think. I was too scared to really notice.)
A biker named Gypsy did me.
It was my first piercing.
(Yes, I have others...um...HAD others--1990 was a big piercing year for me. Unfortunately, only the navel and labia are left.)
And as far as 'sweet' goes, I dunno.
You'll have to ask someone who's actually had a taste.
And Cletus--I'll have to tell y'all my funny coochie/hat story when I've got more time.
There actually IS a coochie/hat story...
I'm always up for a good coochie/hat story, especially around Christmas.
It makes my teeth hurt to even think about encountering a labia ring. Even if it's being worn by the Holy Poontiff.
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