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that time of the month
 

 
it was that time of the month
and the wife was beside herself
she went to get her necessities
but there were none upon the shelf
i tried to make my get away
but wasn't fast enough
when i heard her say to me
hon....go get me my stuff
trapped like a rat with no excuse
i headed down to the store
i felt my face get warm and red
as i walked through the double doors
where in the hell are they
i think it was isle two
but i'll be damned if i'll ask someone
if you were a guy would you
they seemed to be elusive
so i asked where are the wings
sir if you're looking for the airport
its two blocks down on Bing
my face grew redder
still i couldn't find the prize
but i'd bet my last dollar
my blood pressure was on the rise
ahaaaaaaaaaa there they are
i grabbed a box then two
when i heard a manly voice say
Harry...how the hell are you
i walked away with eyes diverted
my face now a bright beat red
and i will always remember today
as the day i wished i was dead


these are this womans thoughts on what it must be like for you poor guys when you are called on for those special monthly needs lol

By maryfrances

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