Sunday.
Gretchen: I got my period! TELL ME I'M PRETTY.
Joanna: You're so pretty that everyone hates you. Like, a lot.
Gretchen: I want names.
Joanna: Me.
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Monday.
Joanna: I got my period. TELL ME I PRETTY
Gretchen: You are! Your nose is awesome and yer ass won't quit.
Gretchen: I lost four lbs on this, day three. So much blood.
Joanna: The hallway in The Shining.
Gretchen: Redruuuuum
Joanna: Oh my god the carnage in my paaaaaaants
Gretchen: Ryeeeeeet? Seh grehs
Joanna: Is there anything worse than period poop?
Joanna: It's like a Civil War battlefield in the toilet
Joanna: Like there should be a bayonet sticking out of it
Gretchen: No. There isn't. Ewewew
Gretchen: Hlk!
Gretchen: It's like a piece of poop was a person with a soul and organs and stuff and it got brutally murdered in a toilet
Gretchen: Play doh makes a tool called the chocolate popper, which I totes read as chocolate pooper. I can't stop giggling
Joanna: I'm posting this.
OMG I'm dying. I'm at work and I'm laughing so hard I am literally crying. They think there's something wrong with me.
Posted by: Teresa | 02/06/2012 at 10:09 AM
There should be a bayonet! Love it.
Posted by: Jen | 02/06/2012 at 10:17 AM
TG I'm not the only one who wondered about the period poops. What is WITH that?!
Posted by: amy | 02/07/2012 at 05:39 AM
Totally should not have read that while eating. Hlk, indeed.
Posted by: Robin | 02/07/2012 at 10:09 AM
I'M ON MY PERIOD TOO, TELL ME I'M PRETTY. And send me some chocolate cake or I will cut you.
Posted by: Rhiannon Llewellyn | 02/10/2012 at 11:20 AM