me to dana: “that is such good news – i’ll drink to that… no, really, i will.”
BFFA: “do you swing?”
me: ” i never have , but i’m not opposed to it.”
BFFA: “see, this is why i love you,”
the BFFA & i have just passed an important milestone in our relationship – our first menstrual cycle together.
i am really worried i am one vodka tonic away from hooking up with a chick.
adult cereal should have adult prizes like mini bottles of booze, a sleeve of vicodin, a shot glass, The Bullet, or 2 double a batteries.
during my senior year of college, i was all set to go to grad school to become a psychologist and then i realized something really important: i really don’t give a shit about other people’s problems.
mikey w. “the new chick canceled on me for tonight. should i try to get last night’s chick to blow me?”
me: “you could or maybe you could let your dick dry out for one night.”
the BFFA’s bday is before mine which means i have to set the birthday celebration bar. naturally, it will be extremely high, expensive, & excessive.
three things i will never do myself: clean my house, paint my toenails, and put air in my tires.
i don’t understand how can i be turning 40 this year when i still have nightmares about forgetting my locker combination.
me: “i promise to behave.”
BBFA: “according to who’s standards? yours are pretty low.”
richard simmons may sweat to the oldies, but i sweat to the hotties.
BBFA: “you’re still bitter about your divorce.”
me: “not at all. i am thrilled about the divorce- it’s the 17 years that preceded it that i am bitter about.”
i am so laid back because i lay back…
fall is here – make sure you clean your yard and and trim that hedge.
BFFA: “that’s why i like you – you get all my jokes and think they are funny.”
me: “so, you’re just using me for my comedy?”
BFFA: “no, i am using you for your body.”
me: “oh. okay, then.”
i think one of the secrets to maintaining a lasting relationship is proper personal grooming: it’s hard to say “i love you” with a pubic hair stuck to the back of your throat.
i am so excited about being an aunt that i have decided to pay for my nephews’ education – they can go to the best bartending school in the country and i will even personally set them up with apprenticeships when they graduate.
BFFA: “at what age can you stop shaving your balls?”
me: “when you stop wanting blow jobs.”
lor on dating: “new relationships are like crack in the beginning, but eventually the negatives come out. it can’t be orgasms all the time.”
if you are an adult man wearing a backpack it’d better be for 1 of 2 reasons: 1. you are “special.” 2. you lost your sherpa. otherwise, you are just really creepy.
BFFA: “do you recycle?”
me: “only my men.”
it never fails, i always leave something behind when i jet the next morning - my self respect.
i’m convinced the scale at the gym is rigged to make you think you’re heavier than you are so you will never let your membership expire.
BFFA: “is that all you want from me – sex?”
me: “pretty much.”
BFFA: ” i am the chick here.”
mikey w: “i’m 38. finding a woman my age without kids is like finding a fucking unicorn.”
my pussy totally smells like tuna – well, i ran out of cat food and i had to feed him something.
i think i will start my own female football team. i will call it The Fighting Vaginas. the team color will be red and the mascot will be a giant tampon.
the next bitch who comes into the bathroom at work and says, “full house!” is getting nailed with the stall door.
the nephews are really cute – i’m looking forward to all of their developmental milestones like crawling, walking, & mixing drinks.
one of my pre-set stations on my car radio turned into a country music station overnight. shouldn’t they have to give you 2 weeks notice?
me: “come to my place tomorrow. p. nut would love to see you.”
BFFA: “it’s always about your pussy, isn’t it?”
no matter how hard you scrub the next day, you ain’t gettin’ off the stank of regret.
if you’re gonna cook in my kitchen, make sure you preheat my oven.
love means never having to say, ‘”where are my pants?’
you don’t feeling like shaving? that’s ok. i don’t feel like waxing my mustache.
send me home sore or don’t bother.
i never stand on ceremony – unless it will make me appear taller.
i like those memory foam mattresses, but i wonder if they leave evidence. like will it remember me the next time i come over or worse – have the impression of some others chick’s body on it?
vets could really increase revenue by doing a twofer special: bring your pet in to be fixed, get your husband done for free.
among the fondest memories of my childhood, was the time i discovered the speeds on the shower massager had little do with showering and much more to do with massaging.
shame is like the stench after being sprayed by a skunk – you can try all sorts of things to get rid of it, but it generally just has to wear off in it’s own time.
true story: in the restroom at the 2o year HS renuinon, i ran into one of the snotty twats from hs who still wouldn’t say hello, so i told her that she is still a bitch.
one of the best days of my life was june 21, 2009: not only were the divorce papers signed and the asshat moved out, but i called my ex-monster-in law a cunt to her face. twice.
BFFA: “i’m not wearing a belt.”
me: “i’m not wearing underwear.”
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