Ode To The Queef
Ignore the naysayers,
Queef on,
Pink trumpet players!
Ignore the naysayers,
Queef on,
Pink trumpet players!
No more fucking that guy I hate as a person but has a perfect uncircumcised dick.
I am an ugly whore. Or at least that’s the sentiment of the faceless and nameless users who chose to comment…
There’s no greater stroke of the ego than listening to a man’s breath catch in his throat from the mere feeling of your body.
They’d rather eat her alive than face who they are.
How quickly they turn surly if you don’t respond quickly or if you aren’t receptive to their stupid, degrading come-ons.
Here’s a guide to help you navigate the complicated world of being a righteous misanthrope.
Most women aren’t interested in the drunk guy at the airport bar.