Was out having a few drinks with a friend tonight, and we ran into this guy. He was asking whether I would cook him breakfast tomorrow. Told him I'd be spreading my legs for somebody else, and had no time.
And I am. Going to the gyn doc.
And part of me wish I had a cyst the size of a melon, considering how much weight I have gained in the last few months. That would explain it.
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How cheesy!! (the guy at the bar that is). And good luck with the gyno. You seem to be wishing awful illness on yourself a lot lately!
Are you telling me I'm exaggerating :)?
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