My vagina is a poorly-maintained carnival ride. My vagina creaks and groans, and that’s just part of the ride. More than one person has been decapitated by my vagina. Please keep all hands and arms inside my vagina until it comes to a complete stop. Sometimes my vagina shudders uncontrollably. My vagina is maintained by teenagers being paid minimum wage. Coat hangers are regularly used in place of preventative maintenance.

 

 

Parts of my vagina have rusted fast and had to be patched over. My vagina is often closed due to rain and wind. My vagina has survived numerous lightning strikes. My vagina has been shut down before by state regulators. My vagina has an occupancy limit. Back in the 80s, my vagina had the longest drop in the tri-state area.

 

 

There’s a measuring stick to check the height of those who wish to ride my vagina, and there’s occasionally a line to use it. You will be misted to keep you cool. My vagina is a funnel cake. My vagina smells of fried onions, vomit, and sawdust, especially on Friday night. My vagina is a candy apple, you broke a tooth on it.