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Don’t Pith Me Off

Posted on October 3, 2018 by Joanna Rapoza

There are now nine medical marijuana dispensaries in Connecticut, yet not a single one of them is in Stonington. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I imagine an alternative universe where Brett Kavanaugh is a stoner, and after he and Christine Blasey Ford politely take … Continue reading →

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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 →

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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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Double Your Pleasure

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Joanna Rapoza

I recently saw an interview of a British woman named Hazel Jones, who has, of all things, two vaginas. She was discussing her unique physical condition in great detail on TV. (I am amazed at how the British can suspend … Continue reading →

Posted in Funny Irreverent Stuff, Serious Stuff | Tagged adult movie, birth defects, conjoined twins, extra vagina, Hazel Jones, tacos, two vaginas, vagina, vulva, you're never alone when you're with a woman with two vaginas | Leave a comment

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