A New Plastic Surgery Need

I'll have pictures for this eventually but right now I want to get it down on paper first. If there was ever a drastic need for a surgical procedure to make women look better it would have to be a way to get them pieces of exploded tire treads out from between their pussies and to get them clam lips to shut nice and closed, so that when they have their legs together and either up in the air or across themselves sideways you see a nice piece of puffy pastery that loooks like something you would want to pinch and play with, not something that looks like a steer that got hit by a truck on a Texas highway. Now, I'm using Alison Angel's pussy here, starting at the bottom picture, as an opener, just so you can see what a pussy should look like just from a casual head-on greeting type of situation. Which would be the case if you walked into the kitchen and saw a high school cheerleader sitting on the breakfast table with no underwear on. You would want to see just a nice clean straight up and down line. Believe me, this pussy od Angel's looks a LOT hotter from the back with her legs closed and it's pushing out from her thighs But would be almost impossible to get a cheerleader do greet you like that on the kitchen table because it hurts their knees. Now going up from the bottom picture up to the next one, Alison is turned around so that she can show you what her pussy looks like from the back. Now she doesn't really know that that's what she's being used for here. She thinks this picture is being used on some other site or in someone else's bathroom in order for them to to stare at it and slide their grabbing hand up and down their cock in order to squirt jizz all over the place. Which is REALLY the reason she has pictures taken like this at all. Not to demnonstrate to non existant blog readers what pulverized pig-heads dripping out of a fucked-up pussy look like. But I am using her as a reference, as a guidebook, as a chart, so to speak, in order so that you will see what a proper pussy SHOULD look like, especially if you are a woman and you are in severe emergency need of having some pussy, crappage hauled outa yer twat. Now, moving up one picture once more, we see an example of what I am NOT tallking about when I say "a vagina that has shit comin' out of it." what's coming outa THIS twat is pencils. Dennis Ousley sent me this. This is his idea of comedy: sending a picture of a twat stuffed with pencils to an article-posting about "shit comin' outa a vagina." This is not the kind of shit I am talking about. I am talking about shit that is actually a permanent part of the chick and her twat. Not something she fucking stuck in there on her own in order to be cute and in order to give AN ASSHOLE something to contribute with sarcasm and derision and disruption-of-the-class to a serious discussion of cunt-sargasso. Now before I go any further with this, there are some people who are already in a tizzy because of the three pictures I have shown so far. These people are people who do not think pussies should ever be displayed. Anywhere. These people are known as QUEERS. That's right, people with penises who suck other peoples' penises. Queers have BIG problem with showing twats to anyone, in person, via photographs, by film, electronically, you name it, it's ixnay on the ots-tway with these guys. I see no reason to accomodate them, do you? Good, let us continue, then. Fuck: Ousley the Asshole has just informed me that they are not just "pencils." They are "pastel pencils, like Degas used." Ya know what?....I don't care if they were the pencils used by God Almighty to draw the blueprints for the fucking universe! Ok? That ain't what I mean by "shit comin' outa some cunt's twat." Now, let me leave for a minute to see if I can find a good example of what I DO mean by shit comin' outa some cun'ts twat. Ok, well, it looks like Ousley has decided to take this all very seriously and has sent me a perfect example of twat wreckage even before I could find some myself. I mean, who knew there was a site called "girls with large labia and meaty pussy lips." Jesus F. Fucking Bloomberg Christ, is this a great time to be alive or what!! I love the internet. Ok, now, moving upward one picture from that totally useless picture of the chick with 300 pencils coming out her twat like a fucking Arab misssle launch-vehicle aimed toward a playground in Israel, moving up one picture we see what, IF YOU DIDN'T SEE HER TWAT, you would think to yourself, "Man, I would sure like to fuck that." No you wouldn't pal. Because look what you would have to confront, alone in her bedroom, with your clothes somewhere you weren't sure of - making it impossible for you to just scram. You'd have to stay around for a minute or two with this fucking meat locker of rotted beef sides and flounder flippers dangling and flapping all over your line-of-sight before you found your drawers and could scoot. Now unfortunately, you don't get to see this tangled mess of skin and more skin during the introduction and chit chat and dating and idiot-conversation preludes and torture prior to getting your hand under her skirtband and under her underwear. You don't get to know anything about this pile of exploded freeway carnage of a hundred-car-wreck of grotesque nightmare hallucination until your fingers make hellish terrifying physical contact with the thing, or stuff, or whatever the hell it is, and then you have to pretend that you are still in a heterosexual mood even though every cell in your skull is screaming "If this was a penis I would be less freaked!!!!" That's right, Casper, reaching for that nice smooth puff pastery and finding Cthulhu in all his tentacled, oily, writhing horror ain't exactly what you would call a great night of hot rutting pussy fun. You would THINK that chicks would have some sort of awareness that this kind of outpouring of ghastly tissue COULD JUST MAYBE be a PROBLEM for a dude, putting his fingers on that stuff, or fucking worse, being expected to put his fucking FACE in it. You would think that a chick who knew with clear certainty that between her legs, which is where any man she dated would head-for FIRST, you would think that if she knew she had decending curtains of terrifying erratic satchels of dangling skin anomalies drooping down from her dainty little pussy like infected elephant ears, you would think that she would TRY TO GET RID OF THEMJ WOULDN'T YOU? I mean these fucking cunts try to get rid of everything else!! They'll get rid of a microscopic blemish behind their knee, they'll get rid of an atom-sized hair between their first and second toe, they'll spend twh hours putting a $3,000 an ounce anti-melanin solution onto the top curve of their ear to turn a beige skin-cell into a cream cell, none of which things anyone without x-ray vision and an electron microscope could see anyway, but will they even silently debate with themselves even for a moment to maybe do something about the dangling 6-foot-corpse falling out their twathole and looking like the cellar of Freddie Kruger's lakehouse? No. Not for a minute. Never occur to 'em. They need to amend this. And if the fact that some broads have cascading sheets of rawhide handbags pouring out of their twats like Navajo blankets in an earthquake and didn't look vile and putrid enough, look at the dumbass fuckhead idiot bimbo in the next picture up: she not only has a fucking luggage handle between her legs, she has decided this is not revolting enough, no, she needed to add bits and pieces of metal to it so that it looks MORE like a car wreck with not just blood and gore, but pieces of steel as well. It's not enough that she already looks like a gutted yak abandoned by jackels, she had to add the impact, shredding, and demolition of spinning helicopter blades crashing into it. I'm actually surprised she didn't have flashing red emergency lights installed, that would have completed the picture of anticrotch warfare on a muslim battlefield.