Our black card read something like "Laboratory mice performed consistently better in maze trials after exposure to ________." The winning answer was, of course, "my vagina," which was submitted by one of the females at the table.
After the laughter had died down, I said, "well, now I'm intrigued. I mean, I have to navigate difficult mazes every day."
The young woman gave me a dry look. "My vagina is not one of them."
My vagina has a first name: its OSCAR.
My vagina has a second name: its KEEP AWAY FROM ME JOE GOLA.