Not so fast, my pussy-visaged friend!

Just think of dick as pussy on a stick.

Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking there, pussypussy plunderpussy.

I have a little pussy,/ And her coat is silver-gray;/ She lives in a great wide meadow/ And she never runs away./ She always is a pussy,/ She'll never be a cat./Because--she's a pussy willow!/Now what do you think of that.

A woman's power source is from the pussy.

Everything that anyone would ever look for is usually where they find it.