I was pretty wasted last night, but even in my wildest dreams I never thought that I would be wasted enough to miss something as amazing as the event which I am about to describe.

After completely tearing it up on the dance floor at a hot party, you better believe that Fat Dick left with some bitches. Nothing strange there. Naturally, we all made our way to the bedroom to continue drinking. One chick, who will remain nameless sat at the foot of my bed, and according to a roomie, produced a dark stain upon changing positions. Apparently she noticed what she had done because, also according to a roomie, she shifted the comforter in order to conceal what had happened.

I did not notice this at all, but her plan to conceal the stain was short-sighted. Yes, shifting the comforter will temporarily conceal a period stain, but my usual inspection of the bed this morning yielded this large questionable stain.

Obviously the only method I could think of to verify the source of the stain was a taste test. Just kidding. I smelled the stain extensively and have come to the conclusion that it was, in fact, period blood. Excellent.

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