Mary Mancini, You Can Call Me Anything You Want. Just Don’t Call Me Late for Dinner.

I was listening to Liberadio this morning and had a thought.

Here’s what came of it.

(Yeah, I, too, wish today weren’t filled with half-assed posts, but everyone and their uncle has come here from all corners of the internet to learn about my awesome vagina and I always find it hard to write when I know everyone is watching.)