This week has been odd, since July 4th was on a Wednesday. Most towns these days opt to have their parties and whatnot on a weekend on one side or the other of the holiday. My city had their on the Saturday before, but it got rained out because it was storming all week, and all day on the day of the party.

Anyway, last Friday we got off work at lunch time due to all the hard work we have been doing on a major project. Then again on Tuesday, they let us go at noon. So I used the rest of the day to chill out and browse the interwebs. Then on Wednesday, I spent all day cleaning my garage, which was long overdue. To complete this task, I bought one of these: http://www.sears.com/sr/javasr/product.do?pid=00959903000

It is currently $251.99, on sale from $279.99. I got mine during the 4th of July sale for only $179.99. Good times. The thing is perfect. It held every single thing that I had laying out on my workbench. More on this later as I intend to photo document the cleanliness of it all.

Anyway, so Thursday and Friday were completely dead at work since everyone was on vacation. I browsed the interwebs all day both days. Reading the internets can be quite boring, and since I do this most of the time anyway, I was losing my mind from boredom, which brings me to today's topic: VAGINA.

It is probably a good thing I do not have one of these damn things, because I think I would stick every single thing I can think of into it. Absolutely anything that would fit inside of it, I would put in there at some point. If nothing else, just to say that I have. I think I would also attempt to use it as temporary storage, and things of that nature. I am sure that at some point, during the process, I would sustain injury, but then once I went to the hospital to have it repaired, I would come out of the experience with an even longer list of items that have been in there. The whole thought process makes me think if people that own one think this way as well. I don't think they would have the guts to admit it though, so we would never know. So by this standard, I sort of draw the conclusion that every single vagina has had everything that I can think of stuck in it at some point in time, and that makes me happy.