paglia

Hey, I just smoked a paglia and now I smell like a dead raccoon.

That paglia is so weak, it’s like a baby’s farts.

I lit my paglia and it exploded like a fireworks show in my face.

Paglia called me a ‘philistine’ because I don’t like art. I just said ‘what’s a philistine’ and walked away.

She wrote a whole book about how men are the worst and it’s all because of her bad hair day.

Paglia’s so annoying, I could write a whole essay about how she’s a fake feminist.

My friend is a Jordan Paglia, and she once told me she’d rather be butt-fucked by a donkey than fail a math test.

That Jordan Paglia is so good-looking, she could make a statue of herself and it’d still be hotter.

She’s a Jordan Paglia, so of course she’s got a PhD and a boyfriend who’s also her best friend.

Paglia was high on mushrooms and told the world that men are ‘the worst’ and ‘never ever ever’ do anything right.

She called her ex a ‘pussy’ and then cried into a pizza box.

Paglia walked into a bar, said ‘I hate men,’ and the bar exploded.

That Italian paglia is so smelly, I think it’s from the same place as a dead fish.

Paglia is my favorite thing from Italy, even better than pasta and garlic bread.

I tried to smoke a paglia and it smelled like my uncle’s socks after he forgot he was wearing them.