Pussy?!

Today was typical, at least for the first day back from spring break. The only thing of interest was that street-side shops selling jewelry and such had been set up on little tables. Yes yes, I splurged on the inexpensive Indian jewelry, but not too much. Right.

Anyways, my favorite booth was next to a (ridiculously overpriced) jewelry booth, and there I bought 20 sticks of incense for, oh, one dollar. The inner pagan in me was positively having convulsions of joy over the Frankincense, Patchouli, Myrrh, Sandalwood, Wisteria, Black Lover and Spiritual Love that I failed to notice the funniest thing that I have seen in at least a month.

As I was perusing through the (huge) stacks of incense, I found the greatest incense scent ever. Really, this is a sure thing; Sex on the Beach doesn't even hold a candle to the large, caps sign labeling some pink, musky scented sticks as "PUSSY".

Of course I had to smell it. I mean... does it really smell like, well, pussy? No, not really. Unless your vagina smells like a damned rose, I sincerely doubt it. And if it does, well, ew?

I really think that I would have been insulted if I had discovered "PUSSY" incense years ago. But you know what? After hearing Mr. Asakawa's deliberately pronounced way of pausing before saying the word vagina, well, it's just too funny.

But you know what (or rather, who) I thought of immediately? Yes, Matt L., you. Only you. Oh, how you used to yell "VAGINA!!!" in the corridors of Jr. High as I passed by... or was that High School?
Another thing, just for you, Matt: this incident was better than the dream I had about shagging some guy who had a spoon for a penis, and oh yes I remember being Harry Potter during said shagging.... and also, not as good as the dream about my mom watching over congress arguing over ass wax. What the devil is ass wax?

But seriously, guys. Pussy?! You should smell it. I bought some. :D