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A women’s thing

October 21, 2010

I got suddenly, horribly, gastrointestinally sick yesterday. Got to work and had to turn straight around and go home again by taxi. My taxi driver, as well as having a magnificent, black and glossy mullet, was quite kind and understanding (so long as I didn’t hurl in his cab.)

“Did you eat something bad?” he asked, “or is it a women’s thing? I have a wife and two daughters and I know they suffer some pains.”

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2 comments

  1. Ah yes, women’s complaints. Or old ham. One of the two.


  2. Awww, he was trying to offer some comfort…in a sort of throwback to the “good ol’ days” before y’all got liberated and stuff.



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