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For the all deserved praise dumped on bros for having a dick, the value of the vagina can’t be overstated. After all, it’s the one thing that gives betches a reason for being here, though gay bros have found a functional (if not unseemly) workaround. While science has proven that bros don’t think about sex every 7 seconds or however often it supposedly is, because bros are classy as shit, within seconds of meeting you we’re still thinking “what’s her vag like?” Years of sexual conquests and porn watching have taught us that each one’s different, and it’s our civic duty to discover every variety.
First of all, we're going to get this out of the way: If you’re a bro and think you have a relatively normal dick yet feel like you need to wear a safety harness to keep from falling into every girl you fuck, you need to either: 1) realize that dicks are measured in inches, not centimeters or 2) capture the sasquatches you’re having sex with and turn them in to the authorities. On the other hand, if you’re a girl getting plugged with 5-8 inches of different penii 6 nights a week, that doesn’t make you a betch, it makes you a whore. I’m betting if you calmed down things would tighten up and you’d stop sounding like a fucking wet tennis shoe when you walk.There is such a thing as too tight, though I’m not sure how. I’m not technically a doctor, but I know that babies (aka the worst fucking STD you can get) are supposed to fit through there. If my dick can’t, maybe it’s a sign you weren’t meant to reproduce, I don’t know. I don’t know what to tell you. I guess settle down with a guy with a tiny dong and all the insecurity that comes with it?
I think girls think about this way more than they should. Granted, if I’m standing next to you in a bar and can smell that revolving door you call a vagina, you don’t need advice from a betch or a bro, you need a fucking doctor. Otherwise, just take a fucking shower every once in a while and we’ll be cool.
A lot of girls worry about the way their areas smell in the sweaty summer months and it makes them less likely to go to pound town. That’s retarded, because if your shit is sweaty so is mine, and sweaty crotches all kind of smell the same regardless of who they belong to. A little sweat running down your thighs is no excuse to not let me bang you behind the poolhouse at the country club.
Bros prefer a shaved vaj the same way we prefer Bud Light to Natty – we’re not going to turn down either one, and if you put one of each in front of us we’d fucking take both. That said, there are some really fucking weird guys out there who like some really weird shit, so you might be able to get away with more than you think. Just keep it clean. I remember seeing a girl bend over at the beach one time and it looked like she was using fucking pine straw as a maxi pad. Wood chippers don’t kill boners that fast. Similarly, if you’re dating a guy who demands you keep your shit completely hairless, I have to ask: Do the cops make him bring over one of those sex offender signs to post when he’s at your place?
Remember betches, your girl-parts are like Kim Richard's choice in men: They don’t have to be pretty, they just have to work.