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I took life by the balls today and got myself a papsmear.
After hours of deliberating if I should shave or not (as it will affect the weekend's smoothness) I decided, heck Jones, this is your first papsmear! You gotsa make it special!
So I prettied my vagina up as much as one can and wore awesome underwear.
Nothing screams womanhood like Oscar the Grouch undergarments.
I then spent many a precious minute deliberating what to wear and wondering if a push-up bra was suitable for the occassion.
It was then I realised I was looking at this appointment like it was a date.
When the only thing you have to look forward to is somebody you're paying to inspect your privates, you know you're lonely.
In other news, I now have a fear of ducks and cotton swabs.
-End
PS. On an other note, contrary to popular belief, I don't have STD's!
HAHAHAHAHA
I win at life!
After hours of deliberating if I should shave or not (as it will affect the weekend's smoothness) I decided, heck Jones, this is your first papsmear! You gotsa make it special!
So I prettied my vagina up as much as one can and wore awesome underwear.
Nothing screams womanhood like Oscar the Grouch undergarments.
I then spent many a precious minute deliberating what to wear and wondering if a push-up bra was suitable for the occassion.
It was then I realised I was looking at this appointment like it was a date.
When the only thing you have to look forward to is somebody you're paying to inspect your privates, you know you're lonely.
In other news, I now have a fear of ducks and cotton swabs.
-End
PS. On an other note, contrary to popular belief, I don't have STD's!
HAHAHAHAHA
I win at life!