To discuss a future topic sure to lead to a Cosmo article about "What's Wrong Down THERE?"

Capricorn and I slept a total of 14 hours on New Years' Day, including an unscheduled four-hour nap that started with Capricorn saying "Hey, I'm gonna take a nap," and ended with, "Holy crap, what time is it? Is it dark out now? Did we just sleep the entire afternoon?" (6:15 p.m., yes and somehow, yes.)

After a gift-card funded dinner at Chili's, we got in a conversation I immediately dubbed "Blog worthy."
I think you know the type.
It's clear as soon as the conversation starts that what is discussed needs to be relayed to the masses, dissected and argued. I knew it. She knew it (well, I told her she knew it).
So, here we go. A warning: this topic is for mature audiences only (I mean by age, not by maturity level; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to read my own blog). For the sake of limiting porn spammers, I'll use euphemisms when possible.

The topic:

Which body part creates the worst experience for its owner because of how it causes uncomfortable, painful, or embarrassing experiences:

The male's twig and berries OR

The female's va-jay-jay.

I'll have my list vs. Capricorn's list on Sunday; don't all jump on the va-jay-jay train too soon, as you need to give me a fair shake (no pun intended). Until then, peruse the co-blog I did with Katie on all of our New Year's stuff. It's a delight.