That, among other equally asinine emails, is what I have been foraging through all morning.

I can�t even tell you how many vaginas I�ve innocently stumbled across this a.m. while trying to get my office email.

As if the office environment didn�t create enough paranoia, I�m now forced to ponder life�s real questions: Well, is my bikini area up to par? could (or rather should) "my man�s love rod" really stay hard all weekend long? And do I really look like a girl craving obligatory reminders that there are plenty of naughty farm girls stuck "doing it" with the family dog and/or stallion�