Lockdown

It’s official. I am putting my Va-Jay-Jay on lockdown. It does not want to come out and play anymore and is tired of stoopid fucktards that don’t appreciate it. The Va-Jay-Jay is saying no to all jerkoffs that wants to have the milk for free. Sorry, but this time you need to buy the cow. The Va-Jay-Jay is exhausted from hearing utterances of sweet nothings and broken promises. It is sick of idiots trying to weasel their way back in it (no pun intended) without really working for it, at least give it some freaking foreplay!

The Va-Jay-Jay is closing house for the summer and will not be making any guest appearances until it gets the rest and relaxation it deserves. It will only accept visits from its dear friend Bob (Battery Operated Boyfriend), who has always treated the Va-Jay-Jay with the utmost respect and dignity.

To all you posers out there pretending to be decent men, know that the Va-Jay-Jay is on to you and your little games. It has called you out and will not fall prey to your honeyed lies, nor will it tangle itself up in your web of deception. Until you can prove to it that you can behave in an adult-like manner, the Va-Jay-Jay wants nothing to do with you. So you best leave it alone and try your game on some other unsuspecting victim.