In which my ladyparts do Satan’s bidding.

OK, yeah, dude should be on a watchlist, but on the bright side, I’m totally referring to my insides as “my satanic ram’s head” at least once a month from now on.

“Y’all, I can’t go out tonight — my satanic ram’s head is back on its bullshit.”

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Dry, Eagles, Dryyy

I MAY have been OkCupid ghosted because I told the guy I didn’t watch the Eagles playoff game last weekend.

Which, you know…that’s fine. Enjoy waiting for the Eagles to wet your dick.

My new mantra

“If you SAY you’re a feminist, then FUCK like a feminist.”

I’d buy that t-shirt. Make it so, Sam Bee.

Hell, can I get that tattooed on my lower abdomen?

https://youtu.be/II-OP6vdMs8

Caught in a Bad “Modern Romance”

The whole Aziz Ansari thing has brought up a lot of weird shit for me, because I know I’ve let things happen I didn’t want to, for a lot of different reasons, and the men couldn’t possibly have known I wasn’t into it, because I pretended to be. And I would never blame them for that.

That said, this woman is saying she made it clear, verbally and non, that she wanted to slow things down. And so I do blame him.

THAT said, I DID wonder why she didn’t leave, even having BEEN in similar situations where I ALSO didn’t leave, and I wasn’t even with a famously “woke” comedian who’s literally written a book on “Modern Romance.”

This sums it up.
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