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Don’t hate me because I’m lovable

Posted on March 10, 2017 by Joanna Rapoza

Why has no one yet opened a chain of comedy club/restaurants with Hooters-style waitresses and called it “Titters”? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Emotions are like breasts. They’re meant to be felt. Also if you try hard, you can lick an emotion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My … Continue reading →

Posted in Funny Irreverent Stuff | Tagged 5 Super Bowl Rings, administration, anthropologist, anthropology, antibiotic, anus, anxiety, aria, babas, babies, baby, basement, be sexy, bed, better to have loved and lost, Bill Belichick, bitch, boob, boobs, boring, bottle fed, breast, breastfeed, breastfeeding, breasts, Bromance, butt, childhood, chronic, chronic depression, coach, comedy, comedy club, compound, compound word, consonant, constipation, dating, defecate, dental procedure, dentist, depression, Dick, difference, dose, drugs, dude, emotion, emotions, executive order, existential dread, feel, feelings, felt, female, formula, gaggle, gang bang, geese, German, get laid, giver of life, gonads, grope, hand, hand on heart, happy, happy childhood, hat, heart, hell, Hooters, Hope, husband, ibuprofen, infant, infants, keep hope alive, laughing gas, lick, life, making love, male, Margaret Mead, mass rape, mean, medication, meeting of the minds, men, monogamous, monogamy, mother in law, Motrin, national anthem, New England, New England Patriots, nitrous oxide, nowadays, old poet, opera, opera singer, parody, Pats, pee, penis, pill, pinch, poet, poetry, poo, poser, President Trump, prom, quarterback, rape, relationships, restaurant, romantic, sad, schlock, science, scientist, secretary, self medication, seminar, serial monogamy, sex, sexual intercourse, sexy, shit, shitty, shorthand, show off, staff, stand-up comedy, super bowl, tatas, tit, tits, titter, Titters, Tom Brady, topless waitress, toxic, toxicity, toxicity levels, Trump Administration, trust, try hard, typist, uranus, urinate, use the bathroom, vagina, venom, vitriol, waitress, women, word, workers, you can leave your hat on | Leave a comment

Mother Said There’d Be Mucous (& Other Revelations)

Posted on January 17, 2015 by Joanna Rapoza

As a bikini model, I’d have to moonlight, because I could not be seen like that during the day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have been reflecting on that Happy Dance Bill Cosby was always doing in the 80’s. It’s downright creepy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ … Continue reading →

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