Just when you finally get used to the idea that people sew their own reusable flannel maxi pads, and you finally say "Well, that's not so weird. Kind of makes sense, really, good for them," and you move on, someone comes along with something like this.
If you ever had sex dreams about the hunky guy from the Diet Coke commercials in which he ripped his shirt off, flexed his pecs, grinned charmingly while his skin glistened in the sunlight, and then you bled all over his neck and shoulders... well, your ship has finally come in.
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