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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”.