cheerleading

I was out of breath and couldn't fathom going through the entire routing from start to finish one more time. I had less than fifteen seconds to get to my spot so we could run the entire show again. We had a week before our final competition, and we called it "hell week." Estrogen flamed like fire, and everyone was temperamental. The team was an all girl squad.

WARNING-- the post below includes both frank use of anatomical terms and irreverent use of euphemism. And an 8-foot vagina. Please do not read further if naughty bits make you squeamish.