The Casual Vagina

m.bbc.com/news/world-asia-28323015

So, just how casual should Vaginas be? Should we remodel the outside of train and traffic tunnels on them? Should women walk around with their own printed on their t shirts, for all to see? Should they be included on business cards, and should women walk down the street, even in cold weather, with their ginas exposed, and the polite, gentleman thing to do would be to tip your hat, compliment the quality of her gina, and slip a 50¢ coin up it if really nice?

I really don’t know where to go with this one, looking at it here for the first time… but I do want to delve deep into this issue.

So… this artist wanted to make vages more commonplace and accessible in society, and made political statements.

What is your position on this matter? Just how casual should vaginas be?

I think you missed the part where the penis is part of Japan’s pop culture and not obscene like the vagina. The young woman is being a revolutionary artist.

Oh no… I think you missed the part where I was a door to door salesman for ripoff Kirby vacuums in Hawaii for a month, and was dropped off while sleeping on a mountain full of mansions, told to knock door to door… nobody on the fucking mountain wanted a $4000 dollar vacuum… so I see a road going up another mountain… climb it… and a mile into it, come across this big ass, two story tall, red penis in a field that looks trimmed like a golf course… I was dumbfounded… and kept pressing on door to door… very sparsely inhabited… and finally the road dead ended, literally turning into a carpeted road, surrounded by trees… in the woods… which is a perplexing oddity to a vacuum salesman, as I was likely the first in history to encounter such a place.

No one answered my calls for a free carpet test, and there were bags of wood pellets holding the various rugs down, and pillows a few places. On the way back I waved to the giant red penis statue.

Boss refused to believe me till a filipino (fucker ate a puppy) backed me up. Bunch of Japanese Penis Worshippers. Its a gated estate (he snuck me in while sleeping, followed a car in) so didn’t visit it with me, but the guy is ex force recon, so I’m guessing he has done it by now.

Biggest fucking cock ever… road turned into carpets. On Oahu.

Well damn, you are right I missed that!

I think that part of propriety includes an increase in value. Buy increasing the availability of vagina there is a natural reduction in value. Supply and demand in action. I hold the same to be true for penis. Man sluts are no better than women sluts. While humans throughout history have been a bunch of horny bastards, one of the smarter evolutionary idea’s we gained was to encourage people to reduce fucking between unmarried individuals. I do not see power gained from giving something out, with no real return.

Do not mistake me though, I do not support laws punishing anyone for premarital sex, just public disapproval.

I live in Brighton - we take this sort of thing for granted.

Meet The Great Wall of Vagina.

greatwallofvagina.co.uk/home

Had you told me you were British, I would of been nicer to you… certain things you gotta overlook in a brit, like suicidal left wing politics and willingness to drop infinite amounts of money into a financial black hole (monarchy) cheerfully.

I talk with a professor of history in Swindon all the time. Very depressing… apparently you can reach the shadiest wiltshire in that tiny country via bus.

I have no fucking clue where Swindon or Brighton is. Birmingham, Oxford, London, Bath, Manchester, Glasgow, Plymouth, Lincoln, Liverpool, Newcastle Upon Tyne (I’m told its the most magical place in all of England) York, Sterling, and the capital of England, Cardiff (from Dr. Who) but outside of London, I never meet people from the places on the map, and cant therefor identify accents. I have no idea where Cockney naturally resides. I know Irish accents geographically, just not English.

And you guys have this thing called a Chav… I’m told they are like very well dressed, yet illiterate homeless youths you make sit in front of grocery stores until employment becomes available.

Its my dream to visit England for a weekend, and hire a Chav to ride with me on a bus to a very remote bus stop rarely serviced, in the farthest wiltshire, dressed like them, and just sit there for a day waving the union jack, and being inpressed with how rarely the bus comes, then rush back to the airport and return back to America.

Its my dream. Most authentic English experience. I can have in my wallet a picture of prince charles, with WWPCD? Written on it, to guide me. Be better fun if it was Prince Harry on second thought.

I found the penis on google earth, and you can even see the carpets.

Go on google earth, and type in Waikalani Dr. (Island of Oahu)…

You can see the road I was dropped off on, worked my way down, then up Waikalani Dr., and to my right was Waipio Acres, and that big ass fucking red cock in the Octagon or Sextagon in the field… then you see the road continues, and a white house… but road is then carpeted over in Orgy land… only fucking place like that on the planet. No matter where Smears goes, he will never fucking beat… this story. Worlds biggest cock, and carpet orgy road. Check it out on satellite mode…

And you cant find any mention of this on google, its a fucking secret.

Giant Penis. Gotta live the Japanese.

That’s awesome. :laughing:

Contra I rode a bus all over England back in the 90s for a week or so. Top to bottom. Hit a few cities. Besides London, there isn’t much to see, and if you’re thinking of going for London, you may do as well or better in New York.

You don’t get it Smears… I don’t want to see anything, not a single site… airport to bus, to bus, to bus… Isolated near rural bus stop, without any shopping centers, just old people farting and ‘flats’… and just sit there for a day, and watch people occasionally show and get flustered at the bus not showing… and they can ask me where I’m going, and I will tell them “here”… and they will ask why, and I will say “for the authentic English experience”. At that point, they should look at me, I will look at them… and then we will all look at the Chav… and then it shall start raining… and then, we will all hum God Save The Queen as the bus doesn’t arrive…

I think that is the authentic experience. Just that, no other tourism. Just go back to the plane wet, change in airport bathroom, then fly back home to freedom.

It is my one dream, my one aspiration in life.

Dude that’s how it is everywhere but london as far as I could tell. I totally get it.

Plenty of liberals down there.
Kemptown eh?