Don't tell me why....Just blow me.

Face it: Periods are disgusting. We, as men do not want to know that your vagina decided to start hemorrhaging because it's pissed off that it didn't get knocked up this month. Seriously, disgusting. It's bad enough that shit smells like rotten fish, I really don't want to know about the remains of a soft-boiled egg coming out of there...

Anyways, I'm taking a walk the other day and I happen to stumble across a Duane Reade window:

Do you notice anything strange in the window? I do. There's two entire shelves nearly half full of tampon boxes. I mean, shit, girls, you know what you need and where to get it, why do I have to see it outside when I'm waiting for a bus? That shit should be buried away somewhere in the back of the store, behind a curtain or something. Hell, you should have to get a ticket and pick it up from the pharmacist.

Periods are really cool, I mean seriously, they blow away not having one for nine months and then having to deal with a stupid piece of shit, but still, please, cover that shit up. I don't want to know about it. When my girl's getting hers (because I double-wrap those condoms -- no mistakes there), I want her to get down and start sucking dick. I don't want explanations, shitty moods, implications, or anything like that. While my cock's in middle of having all its manjuice sucked out of it, maybe then, the thought can slightly dawn in my mind.....and then quickly leave while I have better things coming in...like the fact that I'm in middle of getting a blowjob.

 

Yes, I know. This rant's short. But guess what. So's my cock when I see those boxes of Tampons stacked up over there. So, next time you want to get some play from me, you know which boxes you need to hide...

 

...Oh. And um. Thanks for sticking the tampons right next to the Snapple bottles...