But let us reconsider women for a minute.
Their form:
I think pretty cool.
Now, as far as your famous...
p***s goes...
The p***s is like some sort of...
bizarre sea slug...
or like a really long toe.
I mean, it's handy, important even.
But the pinnacle of sexual design?
The top of the list of erotic destinations?
I don't think so.
One's first impulse is to kiss what?
To kiss the lips.
delicious lips. Sweet lips.
Surrounding a warm, moist...
dizzyingly scented mouth.
That's what everyone wants to kiss.
Not a toe. Not a sea slug.
A mouth.
And why do you think that is, stupid?
Because the mouth is the twin sister..
the almost exact look-alike of the what?
Not the toe.
The mouth is the twin sister...
of the v****a.
And all creatures big and small
seek the orifice.
The opening. To be taken in, engulfed.
To be squeezed and lovingly crushed
by what is truly...
the all-powerful, all-encompassing.
Now, if it's design you're concerned with...
hidden meanings, symbolism and power...
forget the top of Mount Everest.
Forget the bottom of the sea,
the moon, the stars.
There is no place, nowhere,
that has been the object...
of more ambitions, more battles
than the sweet, sacred mystery...
between a woman's legs
that I am proud to call...
my p***y.
So I guess this is just my roundabout way
of saying...
that it is women who are,
in fact, the most desirable form.
Wouldn't you agree?