Fail Friday: Cooch Juice
Ten real TSM submissions and one video that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Multi-tasking. I like it.
He doesn’t care about your manicure. Or your hand job.
I picture one of those weird families who’s obsessed with Disney, but instead, being obsessed with bows. I also picture you fat due to your all-carb diet. But the jolly kind of fat. Two round faces sitting in front of a small TV trying to pick up a piece of slippery bowtie pasta doused in butter with your chubby fingers to pretend that tiny bow would be appropriate for someone so big. And then you both have a good laugh in hehe’s and hoho’s instead of haha’s. My point is, I prefer penne, because it’s much more delicious, vodka is usually an ingredient, and it doesn’t make me sound like such a try-hard.
Regina George simultaneously getting his attention and showing the new girl who’s in charge without having to repeat a class. TSM.
You should only do it if it’s a formal request with a letter of intent.
Sounds like he might rather be on his.
I heard Cooch Juice goes better with cupcakes.
Dating Chris Brown. NS.
I’m more likely to be the girl pointing it out than the girl vomming. Sorry for judging you.
I call it “being a slut.”