If loving this is wrong…
I don’t wanna be right.
I am appalled… and kind of in love with every single one of these ladies.
My jaw does not drop very often.
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These bitches ARE shit.
THE SHIT.
If loving this is wrong…
I don’t wanna be right.
I am appalled… and kind of in love with every single one of these ladies.
My jaw does not drop very often.
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These bitches ARE shit.
THE SHIT.
And now, it’s time for a short, musical number…
enjoy…
funny or die rocks my socks off on a regular basis.
For some odd reason, I came across both of these videos today.
Neither of them are fairly new.
I’m sure many of you remember this from a few months ago- the footage of the homeless man who died after helping a woman who was being mugged in New York.
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And then there is this-
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It strikes me today how people should sometimes be more like dogs.
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Sometimes I like to answer some of life’s big questions. Sometimes I like to throw my slight weight behind a cause that I feel does humanity good. It’s just who I am. I want to make a difference.
My latest cause is important to women everywhere. It doesn’t get a lot of attention- I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s perceived as dirty, or shameful. I don’t know, but it kills me that people don’t have the guts to talk about it. That people don’t step up to the plate and shout “I suffer from this!” or “I know a friend of a friend of a friend who needs help with this!”
So this is a battle cry. A call to arms. Help your fellow woman out. Dudes, don’t be ashamed to let the women in your lives know that you can see their suffering.
Stand with me
to
erradicate
CAMEL TOE.

No one should have to suffer from this, and none of us should have to watch them suffer.
There is a solution. I love the internet, because it gave me this-
Click the link. Spread the word. Together we can end camel toe.
Help is here!
For the too tight yoga pant wearer.
For the spandex donner.
For the woman who lives in bicycle shorts.
But mostly, for the Hoochie Mamas…
-you’re welcome.
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