The votes are in! And the runaway "winner" will surprise none of you...

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For anyone who read with mounting sympathetic horror the triple whammy of Ken Doll + Pliers + DAD, it'll come as no shock that "Ken" swept this field...beating out inadvertent performances, magnolia buds, clueless toddlers and lascivious stuffed animals. Herewith, the winning entry:

This is mortifying. I still shiver and block it out when the memory arises: I tended to use whatever was available at the age of 16; in my case, my little sister's ken doll was just the right size. Being widely uneducated about how it all worked down there at that point, I would just sit on it and rock.

Well, we all know how easily those ken heads popped off.... yep. Into the the vajayjay. The problem was, I could not get it out myself. I flipped completely out, thoughts of it going up into my uterus and damaging my internal organs (again, not properly educated!) flying through my panic-induced brain.

What did I do? I told my mother. Took a deep breath, then blurted, "I was masturbating with a ken doll and the head came off inside me!"

The look on her face was a mixture of anger, disappointment and embarrassment. But she took me upstairs, and attempted to get it out. I was crying, mortified to the core.

It got worse. She couldn't get it out. So she: got. my. FATHER.

...who then got his pliers. That worked.

Dad never talked about it again; mom walked out of the room, scolding me, saying "come talk to me next time you want to do that!"

At least I didn't wind up at the hospital?

(Top that, someone. I dare you.)