So, my LAST period post

[conuly]

Promise!

I was over at feminist_rage and somebody posted about "quieter sanitary napkins". Because, you know, god forbid somebody in the bathroom hears you opening your pad. *rolls her eyes*

This all reminds me of a story. I was a little baby, so Jenn Ginger must have been about three or four years old. And while we were in a fast food restaurant of some sort, my mom sat with me at the table, and Daddy and Ginger went up to order the food. And then, Daddy came storming back, telling Mommy to "watch your child". She found out the whole story later. Apparently, while they were waiting on line, Ginger tugged on Daddy's sleeve.

G: Daddy!
D: Yes?
G: You have a penis!
D: *silence*
G: (louder) Daddy! You have a penis!
D: *silence*
G: DAAAA-DEEE!

As my mom said, "But, Bob... you do have a penis! And everybody on that line knows it!"

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[the-lady-aurora.livejournal.com]

LMAO. I can just imagine it.