Hey guys, it’s Thursday here on DailyGrace and you know what that means.

DailyGrace is gonna teach you how to do something.

I went on my Tumblr and asked what do you want to learn and someone said 101 ways to say no to sex.

So I came up with a list of 101 things to do or say to someone to get out of having sex with them and/or cause them to not want to follow up on with you.

No, thank you!

I’m bloated.

I got diarrhoea – the bad kind.

There’s a bear!

There’s two bears!

I’m sorry. My mom’s calling me,and she hates sex!

I have a dentist appointment.

I don’t have a vagina.

I got 14 holes.

I quaff a lot.

I’m allergic to fabric.

Oh my God! Is that One Direction?

I have a DOI appointment.

I have to go blog.

Rape! JK!

Seriously a rape! JK!

Those are the kind of jokes I make during sex.

I have a flesh phobia.

I can only have orgasm if Taylor Swift’s displaying… live… in person.

My bed is a hotdog!

I’m a vajazzled and anazzled.

I only give it up for God.

I have a tattoo of Jesus on my vagina.

I can only get into the mood if I’m watching “Hitch”.

My vagina is like a mood ring.

Oh, right now it’s blue!

I have a tiny penis on my lower back.

You look like exactly like my brother.

I make web videos.

So… Not the sexy kind.

I have to go to a KKK meeting.

A club of people that are all like kiss, kites and nits!

My phone battery died.

Oh my God! Is this seriously One Direction?

I have to go to a concert for a band.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

My vagina and belly button got switched at birth.

I have an Iron Deficiency.

I have like a lot of podcasting to do.

I am just like sick… In my gavina.

My house is on fire.

Your house is on fire.

Your mom’s house is on fire.

I ate 11 devilled eggs for lunch.

Today is a Jewish holiday.

I have to go to Canada for a thing role quick.

I’d probably vlog about it.

My mom and I share bunk beds.

I have penises for thumbs.

You’re gonna have to propose me right after.

I don’t watch “Breaking Bad”.

I own tramp stamp of “Lady and the Tramp” showing up their stamp collection.

Oh my God! One Direction!

Just go away from me!

I have to go to work on my spin-off book series with a saleable detective named Abstinence Drew.

I’m into brownies. Google it!

Sometimes, I call nipples “TitZits!

I already have a cock.

I have really bad split ends… down there

I’m on my period.

I’m on my comma.

Have you ever seen a horror movie where it falls water and turns into blood.

My aunt flo is visiting.

And I have my period.

Let’s just say I’ve been playing red… dead redemption for three days straight.

Playing the part of little red riding hood, my vagina.

When I have a legitimate sex, my body shots down.

I have a pinna allergy. I’m sorry, penis allergy.

I just had one of my family members past.

Bias we were talking, hey tim!

I had to take a phone call so yeah!

I forgot to take my fish oil pills today.

My birth control pills take like 6 months to kick in.

My birth control pills are just increasing my butt-cups.

I’m pregnant-ish.

Ahh. I just ran out of morning after pills.

My dog is like really sexual around guys.

There is a chap marathon that I cannot miss.

Oh my God! You look like Alex Guarnaschelli.

Sometimes I call penis, “cheesecloth”.

(baby talking)

Sometimes I watch the greatest slip out proposal just to feel something.

I call the air proof test.

I’ve had this roommate that pees on other people.

I’m waiting until I’m married.

I’m waiting until my kicks starting to reach its goal.

I’m waiting until a next season of “Hey Dude”

I drank… margaritas on my vagina dissolved.

Beer spray!

My lips are sealed.

Yes someone puts Super Glue on my underwear last night.

I’m really racist in my sleep.

Pro Boners run in my family.

I have bedbugs.

And they have IBS.

I’m not Grace.

Let me ask Twitter first.

I spare my vagina in the Zumba class.

I have a pole dancing class to go to.

I’m that kind of girl.

I just went horseback riding.

Can you just e-mail me about this?

Here’s the thing, I cannot give Indian burns.

What does Mr. Burns say to the woman that agreed to be artificially inseminated by him?

Egg-cellent!

I heard this article on the half pool that sex can lead to pregnancy.

Celibate!

Oh my God! Is that says Twitter feed? I’ll be right back!

Smack!

First thing to guess. Who’s my favorite on “Pretty Little Liars”?

True question all of them. I’m not that kind of girl.

This is not a vagina you’re looking for.

Let me put it this way. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!

Bye!