Him: So, for a month your uterus is all like “oh! We might have a visitor! Let’s make everything all welcoming and comfortable in here with soft cozy pillows” and then a month goes by and the visitor never shows up. You uterus gets mad. Real mad. “We spend so much time planning…and not even a phone call! Throw it all away! I never want to see these pillows again!” So all the pillows fall out of your vagina.
Him: Except the pillows are made of blood.
Him: that’s the bad part.
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