A punched lasagne

My ex called me a punched lasagne. I took it as a compliment.

My friend’s mom said my face looked like a punched lasagne. I cried.

My dog ran into a wall and came back looking like a punched lasagne.

After giving birth, my aunt looked like a punched lasagne. She didn’t care.

My mom said my sister’s vagina looked like a punched lasagne after the third kid.

My cousin’s vagina looked like a punched lasagne after her boyfriend tried to do a backflip in it.

My sister’s vagina looked like a punched lasagne after her period and a long night of screaming.

My friend’s vagina looked like a punched lasagne after she ate six tacos and cried.

After a long night of partying, my vagina looked like a punched lasagne.

My neighbor’s vagina looked like a punched lasagne after her boyfriend’s 10th visit.

My mom’s vagina looked like a punched lasagne after a month of no sleep and a lot of sex.

My cousin’s vagina looked like a punched lasagne after she used it like a backpack for her kids.

My friend’s vagina looked like a punched lasagne after her period and a long night of crying.

My sister’s vagina looked like a punched lasagne after her period and a bad day at work.

My cousin’s vagina looked like a punched lasagne after her period and a fight with her boyfriend.