Y’all. He asked her AGAIN.
I’m not made of stone, for heaven’s sake — that’s a-goddamn-dorable.
Y’all. He asked her AGAIN.
I’m not made of stone, for heaven’s sake — that’s a-goddamn-dorable.
Via Sex with Timaree:
I know the difference but still say “vagina” because I am a popular-use conformist. But I love that a dictionary site chimed in to correct this dude.
Also, not just that he corrected a woman, and a gynecologist, but he also went and corrected…The Guardian? Ballsy choice, sir. A ballsy choice about vaginas.
(The whole thing is funny if you have a few minutes to kill.)
I haven’t actually seen the Gillette ad, but this amused me.
I would’ve let it keep going just for the stories, but good for her.
Um…guys?
🙋🏻♀️
This is the autogenerated tweet Twitter suggested to celebrate my 50th follower.
Ahem…
A. Even this TWEET doesn’t give a fuck about 50, only its progress toward 100.
B. Twitter, have y’all just never HEARD “Livin’ on a Prayer?”
C. This…isn’t even grammar.
Today my psychiatrist advised me to stop consuming so much news and social media.
You heard it here, y’all — modern life is insane-making.
(Also, yes, I’m aware I’m posting this ON social media. Um…it’s a process?)