“There is entirely no difference between a girl having safe sex with 50 dudes and a girl having sex with her boyfriend 50 times.”
I mean I’m not one to slut-shame anybody, but come the fuck on man. This is an utterly absurd statement. Condoms are not 100% foolproof and there diseases they don’t fully adequately protect against anyway. One person fucking 50 different people (even with condoms) is way, way, WAY more likely to catch something than one couple fucking each other 50 times are. Get real.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog done night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog done night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
Two words: Fre Shavoca Dos
“There is entirely no difference between a girl having safe sex with 50 dudes and a girl having sex with her boyfriend 50 times.”
I mean I’m not one to slut-shame anybody, but come the fuck on man. This is an utterly absurd statement. Condoms are not 100% foolproof and there diseases they don’t fully adequately protect against anyway. One person fucking 50 different people (even with condoms) is way, way, WAY more likely to catch something than one couple fucking each other 50 times are. Get real.
How did Sorority Sally not make the cut though…
Thank god I’m not alone, #freethenipple
Yassss TFJ
Thank you for writing this!! I thought I was the only one lol
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
K.W.C.
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog done night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog done night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
What about “hey boi lemme smell yo diq” that gets me in most times
I did this once because I was constipated, worked well tbh if you didn’t mind getting a dirty stick.
Boobs.
You’re the big, Mrs. Cheesecakes
You suck ass bitch go get drunk and pretend to be a cool blogger more it’s funny
Wow I laughed SO hard! You a funny hoe aren’t you???