To bitter fit in my uterus.
Republicans sign their checks on the front, and democrats sign on the back.
Take your foot off of their head.
As if she's going to lay there and be swayed by some new buck.
Me: I'm moving back in. Mom: Your room is ready. Me: No, your uterus! Mom: Steph you drink too much
Man with a uterus somewhere
I thought Libertarians believed in small government.