And even though he knew things weren’t going anywhere, he still led me on just so I would sleep with him.
I had never been more angry during a breakup than I was with him.
She excretes Holy Wine, begs you for Carbs of Christ, and commands you to perform penance for wrongdoings by giving her “Hail Vagina” massages.
Such is the nature of the Holy One, known to Thee as Angry V.
An ancient practice spanning millennia, locating, beating, and finally enslaving these rare Penis Shamans into Angry V’s Fight Club has been a slippery and rhythmic struggle. Modernity provides options that our foremothers lacked. Custodian counters by asking Angry V what she’s working on. An enthusiast for badassery, good-natured batshittery and general mind-fuckery, my powers are limitless.
And luckily for one Angry Vagina on her Divine Quest, mobile dating apps now enable her to shop for these DNA Dispensers while buying lint rollers on Yet. Aside from being unapologetically vain, I like to write things, breakdance, paint, create stuff, manipulate things telekinetically, and take Kitteh, my one true love, on trips around the world.
Despite high-tech assistance, Angry V finds Herself continuing to wander the exotic land of No Fuk Luck.
As a result, our mythical guru is downright feisty.
People are angry after it emerged it's possible to pay (£3.50) to find out if someone is active on Tinder.
"If you want to see who's on Tinder we recommend saving your money and downloading the app for free." Last year, users of adultery site Ashley Madison were exposed by hackers.
Two suicides in Canada were reportedly linked to the data breach.
This was the first guy I could’ve seen myself getting into a relationship with in a long time.
I had been open and honest with from the very beginning.