That's your vagina. No one goes out and burns it
I just did your MASH and your life is pretty unfortunate. Youre marrying the tech guy for love. you live in a shack and you're a hooker and you make $1 a day. you drive a brown limo and you have 7 kids
Also I am about to cut a ringtone from "Sex Machine" so James Brown can tell me to "get up, get on up" in the morning
I once woke up to the scream from 'get up offa that thing' and smacked my head on my desk
is it sad that whenever i need to spell "independent" i still sing that one rap song?
When I got to his place, he served wine and cheese and made me sit on the balcony while he read his poetry to me. He cockblocked himself.
Somehow me not being able to breathe due to cocaine doesn't seem very domesticated.
so far, I've observed him try to hit on 3 girls, 1 guy and a bar stool. Humanity is amazing from a sober point of view.
My gyno overestimated by 3 TIMES the amount of sex we have per week. First of all, he must think I'm a freak. Secondly, I think we should catch up.
It's getting to the point where my ability to get dick pix during the work day is impressing even me. Take that, adulthood!
It's ok, it's locked within patented Sealrite technology. That puke is staying fresh
he appreciated my fucking vagina for two hours he can appreciate my honesty
You're telling that to the kid drinking Jack in nothing but a graduation cap
NO ITS THAT IM A SEXUAL DEVIANT AND CANT FILTER MYSELF
I'll do whatever I want when I'm 80.
If you are still alive at 80 I demand a medical explanation.
My dad just invited me to smoke a blunt with him. Parent-child bonding at its finest (and highest).
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