Where's My F'ing Beads?!
Ah, the trials and tribulations of being a woman. Gotta love the girly-exams. Pap went swimmingly well (well, as well as hanging your ass off the end of an examination table while inanimate objects are stuck up your "womanly attributes" can be. Sounds like really bad porn.
The Mammary Masher wasn't that uncomfortable. However, they found "densities" they wanted to investigate. This involved scheduling an appointment at the local hospital the next day (which was today - 8am to be exact). Who wouldn't want to get up at an ungodly (to me, the night owl) hour to have a breast squished, squashed and generally disrespected?
Now, I don't know what they do where you come from, but where I come from, a girl expects a strand of cheap beads for flashing her breasts at complete strangers.
Denied! Where's my beads? I flashed these puppies at several strangers for two days, and NO BEADS! When I asked, they looked at me like I was crazy. Actually, that happens quite a lot...
The Mammary Masher wasn't that uncomfortable. However, they found "densities" they wanted to investigate. This involved scheduling an appointment at the local hospital the next day (which was today - 8am to be exact). Who wouldn't want to get up at an ungodly (to me, the night owl) hour to have a breast squished, squashed and generally disrespected?
Now, I don't know what they do where you come from, but where I come from, a girl expects a strand of cheap beads for flashing her breasts at complete strangers.
Denied! Where's my beads? I flashed these puppies at several strangers for two days, and NO BEADS! When I asked, they looked at me like I was crazy. Actually, that happens quite a lot...