WTF? I’ll be salt and pepper down there? My vagina will have a silver lining? I’ll have grey lady whiskers?
I went on a date with my “dream woman”. It turns out that the criteria for my “dream woman” is somewhat lacking…
I am not responsible for other people’s happiness My breasts are sisters, not twins
Is life drawing just for dirty perverts who want to look at stranger’s genitals? Well, I certainly hope not because that’s what my date suggested we do for our date this week.
But have I actually achieved anything? Is my name a form of profanity? Is my mum a virgin? And has my dad ever done a hard day’s work in his life?
I was in a car chase the other day, obviously, I wasn’t the one doing the chasing, bitch please, I’ve got a Dacia, the only thing I’m chasing is a parked car…
I don’t plan on kicking the bucket any time soon, (although obviously the promise of eternal oblivion will be somewhat of a relief) but I thought that it’s probably about time that I start living…
I know they couldn’t represent EVERY form of woman in just one film, but seriously, where were all the lezzies?