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Hump Days: Diddlin’ Diddy

About four times a year, I meet a friend from high school for dinner and we share the most inappropriately crude and intimate details of our sex lives from the following season with zero regard for the famili...
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Hump Days: You Need Your Radiohead Time

The majority of my day is spent with my eyes rolled halfway into the back of my head dismissing people for trivial shortcomings like wearing Birkenstocks or thinking Dave Matthews still makes good music, whil...
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Hump Days: Makin’ time for makin’ time

Sunday, May 8, marks the beginning of the second annual 7-Day Sex Challenge (for people who need a 7-Day Sex Challenge). Introduced by a Texas pastor last year, the idea was to take a break from eating fr...
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Hump Days: Walgreens All Abuzz

You know what's awesome? Vibrators. You know what's not? Shopping for them. Every once in a while, my shopping trip to Target off Colorado Boulevard ends with me staring at the enormous purple Fascinations si...
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Hump Days: Aces

This post isn't actually about Prince Harry, but I would like to note that he may or may not be my dream man. First things first, he's a red-head AND he's attractive. I think we all know that doesn't happen eve...
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Hump Days: Too Good for Online Dating

You know who you are. You make a weird, uncomfortable face every time someone suggests that online dating might be preferable to a lonely night on your couch with some Bravo reality tv and your vibrator, and th...
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Hump Days: Under My Thumb

Hello Wednesday. Last week, I promised you an article about hate sex and bad men- and I plan on delivering, but it's worth noting that the adorable angel I refer to as my boyfriend gave his mother maybe just ...