So, my girlfriend is totally checking out my pelvis one day and notes how she thinks it'd be a good idea to trim all the pubic hair I have. I was in quite a pickle, I can tell you. You see, I only have one razor and am not in favor of getting a second one. So I tell her, I say, "Honey, I love you and everything, but I will not risk my ball hair and face hair mixing in any sense." She retorts, "FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING SMALL PRICKED ASSHAT, I HAVE GENITAL HERPES AND I HOPE YOU LIVE IN A FUCKED UP PERMANENT STATE OF FLARING YOU PUSTULENT, RECTAL THERMOMETER! I SLEPT WITH CHRIS, THAT'S RIGHT, I SLEPT WITH HIM, AND HE WAS BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY! HE WAS A POST-OP TRANNY AND S/HE STILL HAD A DICK THAT DIDN'T LOOK LIKE A ROTTED CHEETO!"
I tell you guys, Women
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