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So, yesterday I had an ice-cold, metal thing shoved up my vagina and opened rudely. I thought they were supposed to heat those damn things anyway.
But I got no-baby pills, which is good.

My poor friend who came with me, and had an appointment directly afterward, fared much worse. The mean doctor actually made her cry. But she got a goodie-bag after her appointment, filled with several million condoms and various kinds of flavored lube. (She gave me the wild cherry ones, but I'm a little afraid of them so I don't know if I'll ever use 'em.)

Also, why do men get all the yummy, spicy deodorant? Why do we have to smell like fake flowers? I'm saddened.