So you’re there in that paper gown that’s basically tissue paper cosplaying as clothing, trying to pretend this is all totally normal and not at all like being abducted by extremely polite aliens who work in a beige office building. Everything’s fine. Standard Tuesday stuff. Except your technician just held up the speculum and whispered…
Picture this: You’re perched on that examination table, ass half-hanging off the edge, paper crinkling like you’re a poorly wrapped burrito. The nurse walks in holding something that looks like it was rejected from the prop department of Game of Thrones for being “too threatening.” “Just a little prick.” Sure, Janet. And the Titanic had…
Okay so you just had an abortion and now you’re googling what to eat because apparently that’s a thing people google. The medical pamphlet suggested crackers and clear liquids like you’re recovering from food poisoning in a Victorian novel. Absolutely not. Your uterus just did the biological equivalent of Marie Kondo-ing itself and it deserves…
So your landlord raised the rent again. Third time this year. The ceiling stain that looks like Nicolas Cage having an existential crisis? Still there. Your roommate’s bathtub science experiment has achieved sentience. The people upstairs are either clog dancing or performing ritual sacrifices to the god of inconvenient noise. You know what? Fuck it….
Alright, so you’re getting a colonoscopy. You’ve consumed roughly seventeen gallons of what can only be described as medical-grade Drano. You’re wearing a gown that’s essentially a dinner napkin with commitment issues. In approximately eight minutes, a stranger with multiple degrees is going to send a webcam on a pool noodle into your personal Mariana…
You know what nobody talks about? The dark underbelly of competitive bingo. The scandal. The deception. The elderly crime syndicates operating in broad daylight under the cover of church fundraisers. Everyone pretends it’s all innocent fun. “Oh, it’s just bingo!” they say. Meanwhile, Gladys is running a operation that would make the mob jealous, and…