There’s a sexist extended (!) metaphor to be made here, but I’m just too lazy. Help yourselves. Also: see what I did there?
Oh, and: NSFW. Duh.
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raincoaster 
I have a similar problem with the girls – – –
I saw a variation of this in a Cocteau film once.
Har har. I wonder who plays the girls? Can’t be cock puppets!
Really funny. I laughed and laughed. :)
Be thankful I decided against a Cocteau Twins reference . . .
I knew you’d get around to it eventually.
Really, isn’t this some Joe Sixpack’s platonic ideal of the love song? I’m sure we can look forward to hearing it covered by such noted musicians as Tom Jones and Billy Idol soon.
Now, I’d pay to hear Tom Jones sing it (but I ain’t throwing my skivvies on stage).
But not Billy Idol – he’s sucked air since “White Wedding”
As the fog of mornings starts to lift, it became oh so clear . . . . The Vagina Marionettes!