I was going to call this post, ‘Shit they don’t tell you about blogging’, but…christ, every person with a blog writes a fucking post about how to be a great and successful blogger like a bunch of people I’ve never heard of [they’re probably mommybloggers, the popular girl clique of the internet that won’t ever notice me because I refuse to reproduce].
And I’m not going to wade through all that shit, because wading through it seems to require buying this helpful book, or watching these helpful videos, and…fucking christ, really? No.
But good job finding a way to make money from desperate people. I’m not gonna play, though.
I’m just gonna wade into this all ignorant-like.
We don’t need it; mine’s so much cooler anyway….
I should probably be a little more clear, shouldn’t I? I’m talking about gay marriage – well, marriage, really. ‘Marriage’ being the ‘ball’, and the people bitching about the ‘sanctity’ thereof being those who need to shut the fuck up and go home.
Because I’ve got an idea. A really awesome idea – awesome because it’s mine, and I’m feeling particularly awesome right now.
Don’t worry; it’ll pass.
New term. It’s mine. I totally just made it up, like, two days ago.
A live-in vagina is a female who is both having sex with you and lives with you. A live-in vagina is not a wife. If you marry it, it stops being your live-in vagina — and, according to some, stops providing sex.