Gigli: The penis. Yeah, that's right. It's very design tells you everything you need to know. Forward motion. With advancements. Fucking progress into the dark, deep mysterious unknown. It's like adventure-seeking, frontier-conquering, obstacle-eradicating.

Ricki: They're form. Neck. Shoulders. Legs. Hips. I think... pretty cool. Now as far as your famous penis goes, the penis is like some sort of bizarre sea slug, or like a really long toe. I mean, it's handy. Important even. But the pinnacle of sexual design? The top of the list of erotic destinations? I don't think so. One's first impulse is to kiss. What? To kiss the lips. Firm, delicious, lips. Sweet lips. Surrounding a warm moist dizzingly scented mouth. That's what everyone wants to kiss. Not a toe. Not a sea slug. A mouth. And why do you think that is, Stupid? Because the mouth is the twin sister, the almost exact look-alike of the what? Not the toe. The mouth is the twin sister of the vagina. And all creatures big and small seek the orifice, the opening to … to be taken in. Engulfed. To be squeezed and lovingly crushed by what is truly the all-powerful, all-encompassing.… No, if it is design you’re concerned with, hidden meanings, symbolism, power.… No, forget the top of Mt. Everest. Forget the bottom of the sea. The moon. Stars.… There is no place, no where that has been the object of more ambitions, more battles than the sweet sacred mystery between a woman's legs that I am proud to call -- my pussy. So I guess this is just my roundabout way of saying that it is women who are, in fact, the most desirable form. Wouldn't you agree?

Mia Wallace



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