Monogamy is so weird. Like when you know their name and stuff.

It's hard to find peace with your thighs, but when they chafe, try to be grateful for them. Your thighs let you run and get you where you want to go. I have not just thigh peace but thigh happiness, and it begins with thigh gratitude.

I have a song about how much I hate emojis and the lazy thinking of people who use them. I wish that more people had respect for the English language.

Most conservatives also believe in the death penalty, but not abortion, which proves they like to procrastinate.

Comedy was all I ever wanted.

Like the Birth Of Venus, the song [Yello "oh, Yeah"] denotes the birth of the bro. The song just reminds me of bros looking out over lowered Ray-Bans. It birthed a negative sexual revolution. I was going to a lot of bondage clubs at the time and they did play this song. The song I associate more is that horrible Enigma song with the Gregorian chant. There's something good buried in that song and I might not hate it as much if I hadn't been a sex worker.

It's good to be able to laugh at yourself and the problems you face in life. Sense of humor can save you.