I just wrote this in an e-mail to a new friend on this site, and I think it's a story worth sharing.

Oh.. oh man.  I DO have a vagina story for you....

Okay, once upon a time before I was legal, I had this friend who I'll just refer to as Ms. Ivy for the purposes of anonymity.  Ms. Ivy was one of the most sexually active girls of our day, in fact, she was the ONLY sexually active girl I knew at the time, and she just kept getting herself into trouble!   

So, one day, Ms. Ivy asks me very meekly if I'll take a look at her muff.  I was... more than a little surprised, but I agreed to because she was my friend and she seemed to be worried she'd picked up herpes.  So, Ms. Ivy spread them, and sure enough she's got a red itchy rash with raised bumps all over  her velvet box.  Poor dear, I told her that it didn't look good and she went and made an appointment to have her honey-pot checked out by a proper professional. 

Now, that's not the end of the story, I really wish it was, but it really wasn't.   I went to school the next day and ran into Ms. Ivy's current squeeze, who I happened to have known for years because he was in the co. boy scout/ girl scout jamboree events with me. (mind you, that's an important fact, that he was an Eagle Scout).  And as I was saying goodbye to him, he gave me a wave.. and all up and down his right hand was.. 

duh duh duh {drama!}

POISON IVY!!!!!