Whether we’re talking about the latest South Park, our periods or a health scare, we go blunt and crude with a good dose of bathroom humor. And we make no apologies.
After our wedding, when my husband and I finally got around to opening our gifts and noting who gave what for our thank you cards, we became concerned that a bunch of our wedding gifts might have been stolen.
"Is this a rap?" I thought, and then I saw that the title is Rap For Rejection so yes, it probably is a rap. That’s ok, it’s better than Debbie Harry’s effort on Rapture.