It takes a strong person to tell someone you love they are doing something wrong, even stronger if that someone is a friend.

Thank you Daisy, for having the balls to tell me I was neglecting my uterus, whom I’ve named Charlie Sheen. Charlie Sheen deserves to have all the opportunities all the other uteruses have, doing what he was meant to do…holding things that aren’t empty Diet Pepsi cans or the leftover Pesos from my trip  Cancun.

P.S. Big shout out to my sponsor, Dale from Nebraska. I’m sorry the picture I sent of Charlie Sheen was so blurry, it was an iPhone pic (I was in the bathroom at Pizza Hut), but I’m super excited for what you have planned for my body this year!

P.P.S. Have you bought one of my shirts yet? Your vagina wants one super bad. He told me.

 

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