mousehands : ask philip

You’re asking me about periods? What kind of insensitive clod are you, you freak? You come in here, looking all “ooh, I’m so clean like I’ve just had a shower,” only to make it worse by having a bunch of towels on your person.

There are people in Miami who have never seen water, let alone felt warm droplets fall on them from right above their damn head!. So next time, stop and think for a while before telling me, ME, that you’re too damp to do deliver our newsletter, or too naked to bribe a government official.

I’ve seen it all before, you slut! And every time, it ends with me having to do your dirty work, while you stand there with shampoo oozing down your back. I bet you get up to no good too, while I slave away for no thanks what so ever.

Have you seen the state of my underwear?

That’s what periods are all about, and damn it, I demand some respect, some pain killers and someone to mop up the stains on the carpet. And if that’s not you, get the hell out of my room, cause I have nothing to say to you from now on, bitch. You hear me? Out! Get the hell out, now! I am so sick of your sarcasm and towels flapping around while I’m here in a pool of my own blood.

And don’t tell me it’s not all mine. Do you want to get arrested? Do you?