Some people say that life is like a box of chocolates.
I think life is like a vagina.
Sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it can get very hairy, but there’s always somone trying to insert themselves into it or telling you what to do with it.
I think life is like a vagina.
Sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it can get very hairy, but there’s always somone trying to insert themselves into it or telling you what to do with it.
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni:
"You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"
