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.