So, I'm in the shower this morning mindlessly scrubbing my bits and pieces when I realize that the teeny, tiny sliver of soap that I was using has mysteriously gone missing. Initially, I panic because who wouldn't panic at the thought of a random piece of soap stuck in her vajayjay?
Since my new mindset is to always try to counter balance a negative thought with a positive one, here's what I came up with:
Worst case scenario: My cooch will be like catnip to Leprechauns and old Irish dudes.
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Best case scenario: My cooch will smell like Irish Spring all day.
I think I'm okay with either scenario.
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