How, one might wonder, does serially self linking twat-waffle Denyse O'Bleary fund her perpetual wankfest? By selling ads for awesome purity products like this wicked funny shirt!
Because nothing says hot like a graphic that let's all of those boys (who will be boys) know that between your brick legs, that precious flower remains untouched, bolted into steel clad chastity. Pay off daddy's purity ball investment, put a ring on her finger, blow the dust off that thing and prepare to shit some babies. Just like gawd intended.