Up until now, S.Rube has not acknowleged that B.Rube does not have a bagina. She remarks often that the rest of us have baginas or that girls, in general, have baginas. But, up until now, she has avoided the big question. (and I do mean big).
B.Rube came out of the bathroom with a proud smirk on his face. He told me that as he was peeing, S.Rube sidled in and snuck a peek and, rather inquisitively said, " You don't have a bagina. What is that long thing?" (that's where the pride kicked in).
I giggled (the kind of giggle that continues to stroke his ego) and said, "So, I guess you said it was your p-e-n-i-s."
He said, "No, I told her it was my c-o-c-k. Of course I told her it was my p-e-n-i-s."