I was on the table in the "gown" (loose definition for the cloth they make you wear), and suddenly, over the speakers I heard this:
🎵and crack was somethin' you did before you made a joke, and a hoe was just a garden tooooooooool🎵
Suddenly, my grandma was in there with me, telling me about the old days while I got a pap smear.
It wasn't awesome.
And yeah, I just said "pap smear" on my blog. The end is (probably) nigh.
and now a photo essay to punctuate this strange day:
on my way to the OB/GYN, I found this gem. I feel like he's asking for help.
flavor with with other natural flavors
"The poison for Kusco. Kusco's poison. The poison chosen to kill Kusco."
some clouds tinged in peach
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