"The whole world could be cured with enough cake and antipsychotics."
-- The Bloggess, Furiously Happy
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
I need to see your face before I sit on it.
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Pretzel party in my pants?
Looking at a map, I just realized Friday night's family graduation party for my cousin is at a party hall right next to one of my favorite bars.
Clearly this is a sign that after the party I should toddle my fancy-dress ass on over there and get me some townie strange.
If that plan fails, the bar also has bangin' cheesy pretzels, so the situation looks to be a win either way.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
You spelled "rape" wrong.
One more on this...
Hey, USA TODAY?
It's a rape case. Not "sex" -- rape.
Please understand the difference.
Monday, June 6, 2016
I just learned the true meaning of "Sploosh."
I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of my repeated spontaneous orgasm.
You are funnier than me and I hate you for it: a love story.
One of the books I read on vacation was So Sad Today by Melissa Broder.
I remain faintly annoyed at how good and funny it is, because I didn't write it.
(This is just from one chapter; the whole book isn't lists of "love stories.")
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