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Start with two loofahs, party lights, a flexible hose ...
and then ...
...oh, and pink spray paint for the hose.
Updated: Whoops - I got the ovaries and the fimbriae transposed. Good thing I haven't made it yet.
Posted at 08:05 PM in Miscellaneous Mockery | Permalink
You are my hero.
September 28, 2013 at 01:35 PM
erin - I give you hope that someday, you too will survive till menopause.
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September 29, 2013 at 06:47 PM
You have entirely too much time on your hands now that you're not bleeding.
September 29, 2013 at 08:48 PM
I have now told the "prolapsed uterus candy" story twice. I always start it out with, "I have a friend from the cruises. She's... inappropriate".
September 30, 2013 at 01:22 PM
Jammies - I am pregnant with ideas!
Tami - Not using jawbreakers anymore, but those candied dried cherries. Much bloddier-looking.
October 03, 2013 at 06:41 AM
Ahh, a hysterical pregnancy! :D
October 06, 2013 at 07:02 PM
Jammies - a festive cheetah-spotted pregnancy. The uterus is finished, filled with Baby Rouths, and is hanging in the basement for the next two weeks.
October 06, 2013 at 09:48 PM
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