To a cunt, orgasm is the Oxycontin of the soul… a little is a fine treatment for certain ailments, but a lot leaves her a useless, selfish fiend searching for her next high.

In most cases, the best prescription is just an aspirin, or 5mg of Shut the Fuck Up, You Mewling, Ridiculous Whore.

For the record, no, your insurance won’t cover treatment, but your angry ex-boyfriend can probably take care of it for you.