-Ayaan Hirsi Ali's 'Infidel' p. 213 (A moment where she was an interpreter for refugees flooding into Amsterdam where she had to soon explain about the female circumcision events going on in Somalia)

Ah, today is good! There is nothing like realizing how warm (but cool) the air is, perfect for a night jog upon arrival from the gym. Don't necessarily consider me a complete fitness nut since my main reason has 4 legs and loves to fart when excited.

Our first run happened tonight. It feels so long since I've run like that with 5-Pound Phooey and it was perfect. There was minimal sweat and my body seemed to go with it in such a smooth manner that I could say that another 10 minutes out there would be perfect. Unforunately, it rained on the way so that zapped it.

All 7 pounds of 5-Pound Phooey (we're working on getting those 2 pounds off) even came up to thank me by running up my stomach while I was reading 'Infidel' by Ayaan Hirsi Ali. A few licks and she was off down the hall in a completely different manner. If you've never seen a dog happy, it's best shown how she grabs her squeaky toys and carries them up and down the hall.

Yes, I know there are some people that do not like dogs (but find penguins sexy) so I'll shut up now but, dammit, I listen to all of you talk about being bag-ho's!

Question of the day: Should I go see Sara soon? She's been reading my diary, not heard from her for over a week, and I wonder if I rank lower than a light bulb.

Okay, I know some of you are not exactly readers. I, for one, love to read but only in large doses for a period of time and then just suddenly quit. It's part of my need to recharge due to putting off the fact that the day is nice and my dog could use a run while I need the cardio for my heart. Ever seen a wide-shouldered guy with baggy cargo pants being led by a small dog? You'd swear he was gay but then he'd brag about his large collection of 'Playboys' and comics but avoiding how much he loves Christina Aguilera and Fiona Apple.

Editor: "There's also Paula Abdul, that first album was the bomb! A special place for the Spice Girls because '2 Become 1' is so sweet. Gawd, your music selection is gayer than the Roman baths and the Republican party all rolled into one!"

What 'Infidel' has done is made me even more furious at how the Muslim religion so many of its laws are destined to bring power to the males all while making women dumber. How? Women will be kept from any form of healthy debate all because the males are the ones to set foot in public without that stupid beekeeper outfit. Men are more likely to hold a job while women are told to be obedient and stay home all while not learning that this will make them paranoid. Men get the more amazing part when it comes to parties during the marriage while women must just sit there and look pretty.

Why does everything in religion come down to the vagina? You have a twat? Well, you're fucked. Your legs must always be closed or you'll let some kind of evil out. Could be bats. The worst would be that a woman's vagina contains new ideas that would have her stand up and say:

"Maybe my cunt doesn't smell that bad."

I ask you this. I've discussed how it's a big thing for a woman to be circumcised (or 'farooni' in Somali) all in the name of Allah. Bullshit! It's all about keeping a woman from enjoying her sexuality. Anything coming from the vagina is wrong, be it menstrual blood, wetness, or her own girly juices. Wouldn't you rather want a guy that says to you in the sweetest terms (Oh, I know how this can sound creepy, especially in a bar):

"I love the vagina! Gimme! Gimme! It's the best looking set of genitals out there so let's all celebrate!"

Alas, we cannot. While Kawasaki, Japan has its annual celebrate the penis day, we have nothing but women standing in line all grumbly while holding all sorts of menstrual products. It's no wonder so many women don't enjoy their bodies more.

I can trace my love of the vagina so easily that every girl I've ever talked to finds it amusing enough that I end up on the couch with her laughing.

-First Grade was when Margaret exposed herself to me while Peter Weiner (Yes, he was given that nickname for a reason, folks) and I looked at naked statues in a book. She said she didn't have one and I was suddenly shocked at what I thought was an alien-like crotch.

-3rd Grade found me looking at the first 'Playboy' only to be extremely confused as to why my penis was so abnormally hard just over the sight of a girl's mass of hair 'down there.'

-5th Grade was when I discovered that women do not pee from their vaginas but from a seperate hole. It was here that I figured out that if I had 3 holes between my legs, I'd be pissed off, too.

-8th Grade was when I found out a classmate was felt up on a bus trip to Washington D.C.. That made me so curious as to what it was like to feel up a girl. It was during this time that a friend of mine had me selling porn for him. Do you realize how much money is made when horny private Catholic school boys are involved?

-Junior year of high school was when I felt up my sweetheart, Beth, from behind when she laid down on top of me in the park. It was such a very dangerous movement because I was desperately trying to avoid the asshole.

-Upon graduation from high school, I met Kristan and it was all downhill from there. Very liberal and in command woman laying on bed with legs completely spread open while yound seduced boy sticks fingers in all sorts of places is a beautiful thing. Didn't matter if it was 5,10, 15 minutes. This woman loved how curious I was over her pussy.

What I'm trying to say is that it's demeaning how just about every religion is so cruel to where a human-life is created. Sure, sperm is cool and all that but that's just a small thing compared to where life starts and then truly begins after 9 months. Don't women have a hard enough time as it is while bringing a child to term.

Note: I still hate kids. I'm kind of sentimental right now because my cousin is due this week! I've got a new title in this family.

So, fuck off to all you religious fanatics. I love pussy. I love the smell. I love to look at it. I love to stick my fingers in it. I love to know a girl is wet. I love to feel the slick wetness at the lips. I love to see the cum drip out after her orgasm. I love to stick my penis inside. I love to stick my tongue inside. I love it when she wants me to run my fingers in her panties' wet spot. I love it even when she has her period. I love it when she asks me to run into an aisle to get the tampons to make the shopping trip shorter. I love it when she smiles as I tell her how much I love playing with her pussy after she came. I love how the smell of her is in the air after an orgasm. I love how she leaves small wet spots on whatever she sat on when naked. I love how panties cover up but still reveal a lot thanks to amazing engineering fabric. I love how a girl gets a naughty look in her eye when she slides her panties off and then hands them to me. I love it when a girl masturbates in front of me. I love how she tells me about how she is feeling 'down there.' I love pussy. Period.

So, with all that in mind, I'm outta here and mentally unstable as I await tomorrow's glorious run with 5-Pound Phooey. Both of us need the cardio but only one of us needs the weight-loss. It's gonna be a tough one because she's got a lot of p-mail to catch up on. A lot of trees, a lot of sniffs. Happy twats all around.

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