you know how i know my cleaning service is doing a really thorough job? they found a pair of undies in the couch cushions.
i still think there is a lot of discovery left for me to do in bed with the right man – i need a jacques cousteau of sex.
those close to me worry that i will use the blog to make digs at them. i told them i would never do that – i will always insult them in person.
gf: “i want to lose 40 pounds for my birthday.”
swv: “i want to fuck a black man for mine.”
gf: “you may be setting yourself up for disappointment. you know what they say…white men will never be able to satisfy you after that.”
swv: “they don’t satisfy me now.”
any time a guy doesn’t want to wear a condom i say, ” that’s fine – i am ovulating at this exact moment and i would love to have another child.” then he puts two on…
hey guys, you don’t need to keep your woman barefoot & pregnant, just drunk and fat.
you know those weight loss books, Eat This, Not That? my friend, pete, and i want one called, “Drink This, Not That.”
after going to the shooting range, i came up with a great idea for a new sitcom: jews with guns.
people who know me are concerned i am going to blog about their personal lives. they don’t need to worry – they’re really not that interesting.
my friend said she wouldn’t get married again unless the guy is loaded and is terminally ill. they would honeymoon at the hospice.
i tried to take a nap today, but it’s just so hard to get comfortable at my desk.
do you think after my hot personal trainer whips me into shape he will just whip me?
i really don’t feel up to working today – i’m just going to call in hungover…
being a tough (read: bitchy) woman is okay as long as you use it for good, as my gf calls herself, Glenda, The Good Bitch
i am developing a new perfume, it’s scent is very musky with a hint of aftershave – i’m calling it, Adultress.
the trainer asked me if i had any muscle imbalances which he explained meant that the muscle on one side of your body is stronger than the same one on the other side. i said, other than the tricep on my handy j arm, i didn’t think so…
it used to be you were golden when you had a doctor or lawyer in the family. now, it’s a computer guy.
new bumper sticker: Natural Born Ball Busters
women wonder when they will ever be comfortable enough with a new man to make love with the lights on and men just want to know when it will be safe to fart around her.
i have no interest in dogs unless they can breed one to bring me my phone whenever i can’t find it -a Texting Retriever.
remember stridex pads? wouldn’t it be great if we had those for The Morning After to wipe off the memory of The Night Before?
i am in search of that mythical white creature with the long horn – The UniCock.
never send a boy’s penis to do a man’s job.
i hate getting up in the morning no matter how much sleep i had. i swear i would still push snooze after waking from a coma.
mikey w’s repost request: there is a boy missing a sock in wisconsin. if your left testicle hangs lower than your right, please repost this in your facebook status so the boy can find his sock.
did you hear about the new event in the winter x games? X-treme Fucking. i’d tell you the qualification requirements if i wasn’t so busy training…
i’m going to go take a nap – wake me when i’m in a good relationship.
when it comes to orgasms, i can certainly be a do-it-yourselfer, but i still prefer to call in The Guy.
the last time i had sex, i got lube all over the guy’s head, and not the right one.
i have done the research: it is possible to be fucked dry.
sometimes i forget things i did or said during sex – i get Orgasm Amnesia.
what’s done is done. there is no use crying over spilled lube.





