The object I stabbed him with was all bloody. Fortunately for him, the blood was on the tampon before I stabbed him, and not a result of the stabbing.
—Jarod Kintz
Yesterday I donated blood. It wasn’t my blood—I found it in a discarded tampon.
I had a dream about you. The stars in the constellations lined up, the portals between the heavens were opened, and you were looking for a blood sacrifice to make the trip. And I was...
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