What up, sluts? You busy popping those sweet Obamacare slut pills so you can slut so hard? Well, you may want to take a quick break from slutting to review this Very Important Public Service Announcement to Sluts from the Metro Police of Las Vegas, who sponsored what sounds like a super-fun Saturday night party called "Choose Purity": Do not slut it up because it will probably kill you.
i will say as way of consolation i live in a blue blue blue place and a dear friend's daughter (well schooled in all the usual libertard precautions - and with condoms and 'bortions available on demand) just gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby.
The thing about that video is, okay, the basic idea is terrific, and G&O are cute enough to eat, but the lyrics are quite complicated, and fucking brilliant. It deserves a Grammy.
Here's the sad thing, from the Penile-American point of view: when you can't get any sex, it's like all you can think about. When you can get all the sex you want, it's like, yeah, okay, maybe in the morning.
This has got to be the fault of the wimmynz, somehow.
Thanks. That will save me so much money come the holiday season!
Who wants ice cream!?
that is ABSOLUTELY terrifying.
wow.
jesus that's depressing.
i will say as way of consolation i live in a blue blue blue place and a dear friend's daughter (well schooled in all the usual libertard precautions - and with condoms and 'bortions available on demand) just gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby.
it might be best to just blame hormones.
The thing about that video is, okay, the basic idea is terrific, and G&O are cute enough to eat, but the lyrics are quite complicated, and fucking brilliant. It deserves a Grammy.
Not so much these days, I suspect. Hairlessness is next to louselessness.
What? What?
I took LSD once, and now apparently my entire universe is a fucking hallucination.
Pubic Relations Officer?
The fuck?
This plan will totally work.
They should just play a vid of Bristol Palin dancing.
&quot;Ladies: do you wanna end up like <i>this</i>?&quot;
Meh...
I&#039;ll take pre-marital sex over post-marital sex any day.
Did I say post-marital? I meant post-mortem. Same thing.
<i>We are also aware that 88 percent of teens who take purity pledges cross their fingers behind their backs, </i>
Not to mention learning all the in-and-out&#039;s of anal sex.
So to speak.
&quot;So what does Coward say happens? Typically four things: sexual assault, gangs, drugs and prostitution.&quot;
And crabs. Usually crabs.
Here&#039;s the sad thing, from the Penile-American point of view: when you can&#039;t get any sex, it&#039;s like all you can think about. When you can get all the sex you want, it&#039;s like, yeah, okay, maybe in the morning.
This has got to be the fault of the wimmynz, somehow.