I just DARE you to tell me that this doesn’t look like a box of tampons:
Aw, hell naw. What in the sexist fuck, Bic? I hate these as much as those idiotic “happy, happy, joy, joy” tampon wrappers. I don’t want to know which yoga pose will ease my cramps, I want a coupon for Midol, or the number of a good dealer, bitches.
You want to know what I see when I look at these pens? Cute little shivs for the next fucker that makes a joke about it being “that time of the month”.