Monday, December 19, 2005

All the HooHa fun I can handle

Somehow, the term HooHa came up in my conversation with T today. I resurrected it from the more adult Pussy on account of my 3 year old little sister telling us yesterday that she calls it her Hoooo Haaaa.
T says that getting up close to one likens the possibility of enjoyment.

As a strait woman who doesn't teeter towards the other team, I said that I have one, I keep it clean, and I don't really need to visit with someone elses. Then I thought, hey, it's kind of like my car. Then I realized that it isn't at all like my car for the following reasons:

1. My car needs a bath and a vacuuming. badly. I mean, I have not washed it since July.
2. My Car needs an oil change. I'm not sure how I would go about changing the oil in my hooha, but it doesn't sound like something that should be done.
3. I ride around in other people's cars, and I let just about anyone ride around in mine. Only special people are allowed to ride around...oh now that's just nasty. never mind.


NWJR said...


That's the funniest thing I've read all day.

Ginamonster said...

good. I like to spread a little around. laughter that is.