I guess I should tell you about the first time I had my period. My daddy was driving me back from summer camp and I turned to him and I said, “Daddy, I think I’m sloughing.” And he said, “That’s nice, honey.” And I realized that he had, like, no idea what “sloughing” meant. So I explained to him that it meant blood was gushing from my you-know-where! And he nearly wrecked the car trying to hand me a wad of fast-food napkins, which is not something that you particularly want to STICK UP YOUR HOOCH!
Reblogged from yumjuice
