Sharing this story is a sure sign that I've lost all remaining shreds of decency.
But let's just stop pretending shall we?
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The BOS was extolling the virtues of the California Womens Health program, how great the doctors she saw were, blahblablah. Which reminded me that I am way overdue for a girlybits exam. Not to mention the girlybits have been causing me some
"Dude. They give you a card. A card that you can use just for your cooter! A cooter card!"
"Oooh wow....do they swipe it?"
"They surely do!"
"Oh! So that would make it like a credit cunt?"
"Exactly!"
So forgive me, dear Marisol, the very nice receptionist from the Womens Health Center, for giggling during our phone conversation when you told me today that I qualified for 'the card'. And that it would cover all my reproductive organ goodies. Because I really was working hard to suppress the
I warned you.
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Credit cunt. Credit cunt. CREDIT CUNT!
Doesn't get any less funny no matter HOW many times you say it!
Er. In the spirit of this post...I've given you an award, the Honest Scrap award.
I've been reading here for a while and yhour posts are beautifully written and utterly honest.
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Everytime I think of your post (credit cunt!!!) I just snigger and raise my eyebrows. You are shocking!!! but oh so hilarious.
bahahahahahahaha
what kind of reward miles do you acrue on your cooter card?
How would you feel if the machine rejected your card?
OMG! LMAO! That is hysterical!
HA! frequent coochie coupons!
Where will they swipe it at? The crack of your ass? Hahahahah
You? Are the best.
God, I love that BOS.
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