I’m off to have dinner with the folks who are putting together Act Like a GRRRL! this year. I’m going to feed them cheese quesadillas and chips and queso. And I am going to sing this little song:
I have a cooter
You have a cooter
We have cooters together!
All who have a cooter, all around the world, yes, we are girls, together.
At which point, my dad will sense the desecration of a perfectly fine hymn, but be unable to reach me, because I left my cell phone at home. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, as the evil villains say.
I think someone beat you to it.
I was thinking more along the lines the old Dr. Pepper commercial jingle.
I’ve (have) a cooter
You’ve (have) a cooter
She’s (has) a cooter
We’ve (have) a cooter
Wouldn’t you like to have a cooter, too?
Ya know, conjugating the word cooter is fun!
Hey. I am commenting FROM the meeting. That we’re both in. Right now. I just want to go on record as saying that if this program were for grown ups? I would totally go. Just the stuff I learned in the first 15 minutes of the meeting alone would be worth the money. Hee hee!! Cooters can do magic tricks!!
You know, there are some folks here with whom I have NO street cred and I am disappointed that they were not present to hear me talking knowledgeably about female ejaculation.
The way you talk about ‘cooters’ ie magic and how you can conjugate the word – kinda reminds me of the use of the word ‘Smurf’…
Is that wrong?