Scyess
Official Traveling Menstrual
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Until now!
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| J-... Jon? Is that you? What the hell? | |
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| I have a curse on me that's rolled me back to ten months old. I don't really want to talk about it. | |
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| What do you mean you don't want to talk about it?! How did this happen? Who cursed you?!! | |
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| He did. Playing gin rummy with tarot cards. | |
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| I said I DON'T want to talk about it. | |
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| What are you going to do about being stuck in a 10-month-old's body? | |
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| Nothing. I'm kind of enjoying it. | |
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| It can't be doing much for your romantic life. | |
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| Actually, having the hormones of a 10-month-old has effectively put an end to my deisre for women -- which is the best thing that's happened to my romantic life in years. | |
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| Isn't it at least inconvenient? How can you, say, sit on the toilet? | |
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| Another non-issue. Which reminds me... fetch me someone with opposable thumbs. | |
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| I can't believe I work fifty hours a week and my husband still expects me to do the laundry! | |
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| That's nothing! I work sixty hour weeks and my husband has me do the cooking and the cleaning. | |
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| I wish I had it that easy! During my seventy hour week, my unemployed husband has me give him a two-hour massage after every meal I cook. | |
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| Ha! After my seven or eight naps, I'm catered to and cooed over by everyone who comes near me! | |
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| Now that I've won the conversation, how about a changey? | |
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| What a shitty day. Twelve hours of reading incomprehensable documents and cajoling clients. | |
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| Me too. I must've been burped, like, seven times and made half a dozen poopies. | |
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| Didn't you already do this "contrast real life to baby's life" comic? Why don't you fuck off and get some original ideas, you little shit. | |
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| ... but... no... I mean... we're in a bar now... and... and... | |
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| Hello, heathen. Let me save your soul by converting you. | |
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| Get lost. I don't believe in organized religion. | |
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| Don't worry. We're totally disorganized. | |
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| Oh, yeah? What do you believe? | |
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--- "Old" is the old new.
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