Warning:
the following story contains
“lady issues.”
If you can’t hack it, leave now.
One
evening, Shark Girl started getting lady cramps.
“Hmmm . . . that’s funny. It’s a
little early for lady cramps,” Shark Girl said to herself. “Oh, well, maybe I’m
wrong. These days I’m too busy to keep good track.”
As the evening wore on, Shark Girl’s
lady cramps got worse. “Better pop a few ibuprofen!” Shark advised herself, and
the drugs soothed the pain for a while.