More like cock-a-doodle-don’t.
When I’m lucky enough to find myself in a situation that involves one being in near proximity to Vageena Davis (which we all know isn’t often enough as that peen counter in the upper right hand corner of this blog will tell you), it brings me great joy. You know, I’ll even engage in the dirty talk. I’ll be honest with you: I like it. But there’s one problem that can make things complicated: I hate the word “cock”.
Whenever I hear it, it reminds me of a rooster getting ready to inform us all that it’s morning. If you mention how hard your “cock” is, I will immediately picture this:
And then I will have to control myself from giggling like an 8 year old girl.