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I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

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A bunch of hilarious,pee your pants funny jokes in one place. Have a nice reading and Remember you can't spell swag without sw and ag!

Valentine’s Day?! BORING. That’s why Sour Patch Kids is ALL about Singles Awareness Day!! To celebrate, I’m holding a #SPKSADContest (SAD = Singles Awareness Day). I want, no, NEED, to hear your story of love and singledom. It should obvi start sour but end totally sweet. Srsly, who doesn’t love a happy ending? SO, submit your sour then sweet love story today for a chance to see it come to life as an animated short! AND the winning story will be featured on Wattpad. You could basically be a star. Basically. I know what you’re thinking. “But Sour Patch Kidsssss! How do I enter?” EASY! Just tag your story with #SPKSADcontest and boom, you’re set! One last thing: All entries must be submitted by 11:59pm EST on February 14. OR ELSE… I won’t read it. :/

A book of Side-splitting, gut busting, ridiculously insane fake advertisements for fake products and services. This book will have you on your toes saying "What the hell?" while you try to catch your breath from laughing hysterically. Warning: You might fall on the floor laughing. We are not responsible for your injuries.

Nowhere is safe anymore. You can't go out to the park, make love, eat, drink, pray, even sleep. 4015, the year of the Apocalypse. Houses ruined, cars burned, no humans or animals to be found. I'm one of the 1,000 people on earth left. I wish earth was like it was 2000 years ago.