Some demented bytch ductaped a well soiled menstrual pad on the door of my 11th grade Literature class room door once cause a younger teacher who was piping her down moved on to a next bytch and she fukking flipped. :AU_CRAZYPAWG:
I was the first dude in that class room and I wasn't paying attention while I was walking past it and that rancid scent caught my attention off the bat.
Breh ain't knew the warmth of a woman yet so I'm looking at this foreign ass object

until this thick ebony skinned Jamaican chick that I was lucky enough to develop a growing friendship with came up behind me and slapped me at the back of the head with a shout.
Her: "Ah wha kinda Freakiness, this here ya so? p*ssy blood pon' door pin up? Address, Boy cut Di fukkery, you ain't tired get suspend in chase of slackness?"
.........The sudden realization that I up close and personal with fukking congealed period blood that looked like neglected ketchup.

A brehs tongue got hot just casually smelling that shyt.
As much as I love eating the box, when the menstrual sea is up, I'm chaste. fukk that. I swore I broke my back puking in the bushes outside when I found out. I think before the principal came to deal with that shyt some a$$hole tore it off the wall and booted it into a crowd and caused a panic.
We can cuddle, that's it. I ain't about that life.