It struck me today that I am no longer MVP of the Ho Superbowl. In fact, I may have officially retired. I have slept with exactly one person since December. Hell. I haven't even kissed or made out with anyone new this year. Past Me would be super disappointed.
Well. I guess I can always hope this is just the off season. Here's to Farvre-ing the shit outta the Ho Superbowl? Maybe.
More like here's to hoping that whoever I pass the crown on to is as lucky as I was--no diseases, no babies, no problems.
Good luck, aspiring hos. Just remember: through low self-esteem, no standards and a heap of sass, you too can play in the big leagues!
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