Wait, what.
RSSDidn't realize I missed my Dad so much. (I will never tell him that I missed him, because emotions are gross.)
- Dad: So he said I might have a torn labrum... Or labarum? Labrum? I can't remember what it's called.
- Me: Well, knowing you, it's probably a torn labia-rum.
- Dad: Nah. There's no estrogen in this bitch.
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ryanloewy said:
omg youre back. or maybe you never left? fuck dude youre slacking i havent seen shit, better have some good posts in the works. this was funny though, not knocking, but….COME ON CARAGH.
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coffeecanashtray said:
I’m having surgery on my torn labrum on Thursday. I’m drunk so I felt like sharing! Sorry about your oozing feet and chemical face burn.
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Caragh // Brooklyn, NY // Community Outreach Coordinator for Tumblr
If you're into it, you can start by reading my posts about Mrs. Coco T, pleasure yourself to Super Close-Ups of Christopher Meloni, or really get to the root of how much of a mess I am by reading about Things That Shouldn't Give Me Anxiety, But Do. Or like, whatever. Just do whatever. I'm not your dad, I don't care.
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