I decided to get drunk to write my paper. It worked for Earnest Hemingway, so who am I to question it?!
I'm basically Han Solo...with boobs.
The word “that” is almost never necessary. So, the next time you want to use it…don’t.
Also, I am paying a man to look at my vagina today.
These two things are not related. Other than their often unnecessariness.
Anonymous said: Are you married/single/boyfriend?
If I ever win the lottery…
I’m going to rent a midget to play with my hair while I watch the entire series of Fringe on Netflix.
Pretty much fucking hate everything at this moment. Yay!!!
It’s not a tumah
It’s a cyst. I think I’ll name it Joey.
THAT fucking hurt. My boobs are all red now. Can’t help but believe a man or a woman with really ugly tits invented this process.
But I did get fondled a lot, so….