Kay Why?

It seems my latest blog entry has scared the shit out of womanhood. And it comes to me as a complete surprise. Ladies, ladies, weren't you the ones who complained when it came to size? Forget the size-does-not-matter. It's a myth. It happened to me once and I don't want to remember. I have put it past me and buried it in my never-to-come-back-again part of my psyche. Oh it's the quality and not the size. That is bullcrap. That comes from frustrated women who don't know any better. But I think I do. The faithful Big Boss. I have been receiving a pile of comments from ladies who fear it will rip their insides. But why? Is something which lights up your life then minute Enemalta decides to rip off power from our homes (on the pretext of upgrading the system and your bill in the process) really that scary? It's the joy which stops you from calling Enemalta to give them a piece of your mind. For heaven's sake, women have produced things as big as babies from in there. Isn't that so so scarier? And then some women don't even learn their lesson and start producing and multiplying? And that's ok? The thought would be enough to deprive me of nine months of sleep. And yet Big Boss has sent ladies screaming in terror? Truth really is stranger than fiction sometimes. So I come here to rest all these ladies' minds. Although, as a sideline, if they're so scared then does it mean they are dealing with a tiny weeny? Anyway, take a trip to your nearest pharmacy, supermarket even. And find a good damn lubricant. Pharmaceutical companies have not invented something called a Kay Why for nothing. They haven't even named it a Kay Why for nothing. Kay.... it the global name for ladies (or gay queens), Why... that's because some ladies (and queens again) cannot understand how to cope with a biggie. It doesn't cost much, and you're certain that you're in for the ride of a lifetime. Caution, can get slippery...