This Is A Gross Subject. Period.

The grossest dead animal pic I could find that sort of comes
close to what I'm about to describe.  Yeah.  Not pretty.

Sooooooooooo this is disgusting.  A fairly well known fact is that when women co-habitate together in some form or fashion their, uh, cycles, sync up.  Perhaps if you're a guy who's grown up with a mother and sister in the house you've experienced this phonemenon first hand.  Mommy and sissy get all bitchy at the same time, perhaps want to kill each other or you walk in to a scene of them sitting on the couch together crying.  Ugh. Just shoot me.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE being a girl.  I love the sexual power that I have, I love having an excuse to dress and smell pretty, but the one thing I hate is having a uterus.

The uterus makes women act cray, plain and simple.  As you know me, you know that I'm  not that kind of woman that uses her time of the month as an excuse to throw a hairbrush at your head.  But for most of us there IS pain involved, a lot of pain.  And above all that, you just CAN'T CONTROL yourself for the most part.  Everything that's said or done is sensitivity times a thousand.  When the hormones are a ragin' it's almost like you're out of your mind on 'roids or something.  You can't control your rage sometimes, or any wave of emotion that washes over you.  It blows, to summarize.  I flip the bird to my uterus every month since it is a useless organ in my body and I only keep it around so that I don't run the risk of going into early menopause which would only fuel my body to jump into heart disease and a vast other host of conditions that menopausal women experience.  Fuck you uterus, fuck you and your unwanted but needed hormones.

So where I was actually going with this, is that I work for a corporation.  This corporation is comprised of probably about 90% women.  So a rough count would be 300 women and 100 men.  We have two main bathrooms.  I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this.  Yeah........................soooooooo after a trip to the bathroom today I was leaving and attempting to not vomit on my shoes all at the same time.  Because the smell?  We'll just liken it to someone either giving birth to or wearing a rotting Caribou on their head and standing next to you in a box that only contains recycled air and death.  

But the more fun part of this?  Is when all of the women go through their horny phase at once at work.....that hits about two weeks afterwards and I'm pretty sure the guys feel like they just entered a gay club, with assless chaps on.  Yes, I know all chaps are assless.  I just love that word.  Assless.

MMMMMMMMM - man meat