who stand outside my office door talking about girls they like or boys they don't, and have no idea that i am hearing every word.
I am.
And if I seem angry, it's because I'm formulating a new political platform.
Citizens for the Standardization of Tampon Dispensers. These machines should all take a quarter. Or a dime. Or a nickel. Someone decide and unify. But for the love of everything holy, don't make me wait while my uterus is sloughing.
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Dude? Can you warn us before you say something like uteran sloughage? It's just common courtesy.
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