As one can guess, serious discussions don't go very far with us.
*Warning: Genital references ahead*
Me: Just make sure to pull out some money to take me to lunch. I'll want to be pampered after what I'm going to go through.
Matt: Because your vaginasium will be sore?
Me: Vaginasium? Don't call it a vaginasium. Makes it sound like a gymnasium. Where kids go for assemblies.
Matt: Vagoyer?
Me: Like a foyer? Where people stand around talking?
Matt: Vagenity?
Me: What?!
Matt: Like Serenity, from Firefly.
Me: Shiny. Actually, no, but I like where we're headed.
Matt: Vagardis? Like Tardis?
Me: It's bigger on the inside? Nope.
Matt: Vagenium Falcon. The only vagina to make the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs.
Me: Vagenterprise. To boldly go where no man has gone before.
Matt: This man goes there.
So Vagenterprise it is. I'm just glad we got stuck on spaceships and not species. The last thing I need is for my lady parts to be nicknamed after Wookies or Daleks.
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