I’ve had enough of boring old to-dos. How to wash your hair. How to save money on groceries. How to train a wolverine to fetch. Whatever. This, however, is truly different.
From Shakespeare’s Sister, via Pharyngula. How to use your uterus to turn men gay! Click through to their site to read the whole thing; the only question left unanswered is, does the disco ball also function as an IUD?
“No woman in the history of politics has used her womb like Nancy Pelosi.” — Harvard Law School student and conservative misogynist douchebag Ben Shapiro, who obviously doesn’t understand that use of the womb is an important part of generating the radical gay agenda that is shot out of feminazi cooters, so of course she has to use her womb a lot. Duh.
I’m sort of breaking the Feminazi Cooter League‘s code of secrecy to do this, but let me just illustrate how the process works, to clear up any confusion:
raincoaster 
Rainbow-striped fallopian tubes will soon become a must-have accessory, like Armstrong bracelets and iPods. :)
At least for all us Feminazis!
Pussy can turn a guy gay? Who the hell knew?
I’m obviously a terminal closet case. Get me to a hospital quick!
But a well-decorated one.
The disco ball plays “It’s Raining Men!” You’ll look so cute in satin short-shorts and a rainbow boa!
Lesbians like women – I like women – – – hmmmmm – – –
AAAAGGGHHHHHH – I must be gay, I’m a lesbian!
I am actually known to a large component of Vancouver as “Lesbian Metro”, and in a city as gay as Vancouver, that took some doing. I think it was my wife’s fault.
Indeed. I think you should pull down your singles profile on IndigoGrrrlz.com since you got married. Only fair.
Yeah, and I suppose my Vancouver Men in Leather membership’s been revoked too.
Depends. If you’re in a yoga or pilates or figure skating class they give you an extra year, cost-free. No idea why…
Hilarious !
Outrageously funny!
But, still, true. Ask bell hooks. How do you think she got that name, eh?
Thanks, raincoaster. My wife is a feminist, and I’m straight. Now everybody will know I’m not getting any. . .
Sorry. If you could figure out a way to prevent the Melissa Etheridge CDs from issuing from her vagina you could probably turn things around… good luck!