My Woo-Woo Snatched!

That Dhole bobbed between my legs, snatched my woo-woo and slid back down it's worm hole. Now I am woo-less! Just like one of those plastic Barbie dolls! No more sex. No more love. No more little lambkins. And how will I pee? I just got to get my woo-woo back! Here kitty, kitty, kitty!

I Hate To Compete

I performed at the Ravishing Woo Woo, but it was disappointing because I had to share the stage with Boop. I hate to have to compete for attention. It seemed like they all liked Betty a lot more than me. They kept yelling, "Boop, Boop!" And they seemed to ignore me.

Why was Boop getting all the attention instead of me? What does she have that I don't have? Why did they all like her so much? This depressed me. It made me really sad. And mad. But mostly sad.

I got upset and ran from the place and cried and cried.

I'm Shy

I got a job at the Ravishing Woo Woo, but really I am quite shy. But maybe I will meet some nice guys. But then again...