deliciously vulgar
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A weird fact that you might not know about me is that I legitimately want to be friends with every single person who posts to Texts From Last Night. Yes, even the ones who like Jersey Shore and think “your” is the same as “you’re.” Because really? Those bitches are HILARIOUS and even more than [...]
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It was the first thing on my to do list last Wednesday: pick up birth control refill. So I call the pharmacy and they’re all, “Oh, sorry, looks like you’re out of refills.” And I’m like, “Um, what? I just had my annual check up six months ago” and the pharmacist is all, “Just have [...]
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Knowledge is weird. Like, one second you don’t know something and then the next second you do. And as soon as you do? You can’t un-know it. Well, except for high school Spanish. I couldn’t conjugate a Spanish verb to save the lives of all the AIDS babies in the galaxy. So, you know, hopefully [...]
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In college, I dated a guy who didn’t use a top sheet on his bed. He was all fitted sheets and comforters and I remember thinking that that was pretty weird, and that maybe I shouldn’t date him. Turns out, I fell in love with the no-top-sheet thing just as quickly as I fell in [...]
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