Uterus::I hope you didn't like those underwear.
Stomach::EAT ALL THE THINGS!
Emotions::I don't care that you were crying your eyes out ten minutes ago, that was fucking funny. Now go act like you're high until I see something that pisses me the fuck off.
Stomach::ESPECIALLY THE CHOCOLATY THINGS!
Uterus::Also I've decided to act like something's constantly punching me. I hope you don't mind.
Me::why can I not have a penis.
Sometimes I just need to blast El Tango de Roxanne, pretend I can dance tango all sexy-like, and be emotional as all hell. You know, to satisfy the hopeless romantic in my soul, and whatnot.
