Happy Saint Patrick's Day! If you're a proud hoe, just make sure you drink enough to make this episode fade into the ether like a bad dream. I'm sure you'll find my guidelines completely ridiculous, which is kind of the point. I mean, it WOULD work. But, how many high body count ladies would really put in that kind of effort, when they could just continue to ride the cock carousel, and lie to themselves that they're perfectly happy to do so all the way to their AARP membership? Strong, independent, living your truth, in your power, goddess, can't sleep, clutching a cold pillow at 2 am, sobbing from loneliness when there's nobody around, and you can actually have an honest moment with yourself. GO QUEEN!! Don't worry, I'm just joking. I'm sure that NEVER happens, Just keep doing what you're doing while making no changes whatsoever. Your handsome, highly respected, extremely popular, actor/athlete/rapper/rockstar/billionaire will be arriving at your door at any moment now. For realsies! I do truly wish you all an amazing day, and a shitload of happiness. If you're still pissed off after that, there's really only one thing I can say. You can always unfollow, but you can never unswallow. Go fix your face!
