What in the Menses World?



I think Niagara is missing its Fall. Let's not have a *panic-picnic. I found it at 3AM between my thighs. Too bad it's not a holiday weekend, Taco Grand Rapids could make some serious bank on tourism.

It appears that a few stragglers have made it through without paying admission--fuckers. My mothah fuckin' cock suckin cramps have escalated beyond savage. Each womb gripping runner is laughing riotously at my heating pad and pain pills. I've been tossing and turning like a fish outta water all night. I'm overtired and in pain. Argh...

I am grateful. I'm menstruating and everything is working. Thank God!

*thank you, izzy

Comments

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said…
Glad to hear your Aunt Flo is in town.
1:31 PM
So I've Been Laid Off said…
i feel your pain. no, wait, i don't. if i lost my cock in a farm accident, would it feel similar? bring you soup if you want, hon.
8:14 PM
Writeprocrastinator said…
As the Korean version of M.C. Hammer would surely say, "don't stop, Mensuh time!"
11:14 PM
Cup said…
Shots of bourbon, my dear. That's how we take care of cramps down here in the South.
6:06 AM
Dale said…
And all I can think of is toast.
12:32 PM
Creepy said…
"Taco Grand Rapids?"

LOL LOL LOL
7:20 PM
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