Roger that. I was wrong, so I’m glad I asked.
Good lord, man, what did you think it was?
I swear to GOD I am never sticking my face down there again. I afraid I might get attacked by a mutant thing with no eyes, claws and one hell of a mean dispostion.
Thank you all, you have distroyed my love of oral sex
bastards
I swear to GOD I am never sticking my face down there again. I afraid I might get attacked by a mutant thing with no eyes, claws and one hell of a mean dispostion.
Thank you all, you have distroyed my love of oral sex
bastards
I swear to GOD I am never sticking my face down there again. I afraid I might get attacked by a mutant thing with no eyes, claws and one hell of a mean dispostion.
Thank you all, you have distroyed my love of oral sex
bastards
WOAH, sorry for the tripple post, i’m an idiot
We explored this in depth a while ago.
Can Menstrual Flow Contain Clots?
Along the TMI front: any other aviator out there got his Red Wings?
As the Gods are my witnesses I am EVER so thankful I am a man.
I am off to go hide under my bed now. UGH.
I did, but I don’t do it anymore…really TMI ahead…
One day, I and a co-worker went to the library to set up a story time. While we were there, I realized that I needed to change my tampon. So I excused myself and went off to the bathroom. I didn’t need to pee, and the toilet seat looked sketchy (pitted and small cracks) so I figured, what the hell, I don’t need to sit down, right? Nothing bad had ever happened any of the times I’d done that before…well, there’s a first time for every thing. Within five seconds of removing the old tampon I had blood in my shoes, and on every part of my body on the way there; there was even some on the floor. It took what seemed like an ungodly amount of time to clean everything up, including my socks. The one saving grace is that I was wearing brown cords, so it there were no noticable stains. Nothing like that sudden damn break ever happened before or since, but…I never stand now, no matter how ugly the toliet seat.
Hey elfkin,
My wife “hovers” about an inch off the seat, no matter where we go. If it’s not our own or a family member’s pot, she won’t touch it. Good excuse to work on the Kegels…
Zsofia: I, too, have experienced the mutant creature of which you speak. I dunno how or where it forms, but I think I’ve had two in my ten years of menstruating, and I swear I thought I must be dying when I saw the first one. It looked like a red and purple slug crawled out of me. Geez.
I think the people in the blood clot camp don’t realize the, umm, solid nature of these things. I’d put my money on it being a big clump of tissue, and its shape formed from trying to pass it through the cervix, all held together with blood. Just a guess.
All together now: “EWWWWWWWW!”
luka,
That’s a pretty awesome description of it.
But surely someone who’s experienced this Beast of Blastula owns a microscope? I’d like to hear what the it actually looks like, or see pictures. (Man, that sounds weird reading it back.)
Another vote for blood clot.
Mr. B: Y’know, I’m a future medical student, and still I would not run to a microscope to analyze something that just came out of my own coochie. You see something like that, and your first thought is, “Geez! My body does some weird stuff!”, not, “Ooooh, new project!”
But maybe that’s just me.
Yes, my wife says I’m a little too clinical sometimes.
ermmm you want a picture of it?? i feel kind of sick now
No, not a picture of IT – a picture or sketch on a cellular level.
I got an instant picture of that creature from Poltergeist 2, you know, the preacher in his “ectoplasmic demon-thing” form, flopping on the floor, making small, mewling noises, and well, after I came to, I posted this.