Ummm this is awkward did you steal my cats?

My kitties got over it pretty quick. They’re more old school R&B fans anyway. At least that’s what I’d like to think. When I’ve been drinking.

You’re exactly right! I have vaginismus, but it took a while before I was diagnosed, because I saw gynecologists like this guy who didn’t take anything I said seriously. I said it a few times, but this commenting section managed to know my problem even better than the doctors I saw! What a world, right? :)

Oh no! I’m sorry to hear about it. Vulvodynia sounds really difficult and terrible. I actually have vaginismus. I’m glad that you’re feeling better, though! I hope it continues to get better somehow.

Mental note: start going to these awful festivals with supplies of feminine hygiene products. Profit!!!

I actually have a similar issue. It’s clled vuvlydenia. I ended up having surgery and feel better, but not perfect. A pelvic pain center changed my life and pelvic physical therapy changed my life I hope you are doing alright. I feel for you. It’s terible. I’m so sorry it happened to you

This is like the eighth story on here about Disney World. That place is clearly cursed.

I made the horrible mistake of attempting gummy vitamins, and boy, oh boy did I pay the price. They made me so gassy. I was at work, on my period, and trying to (quietly) fart my way to freedom on a beautiful summer Friday while at work. Suddenly, I get the “I don’t think this is farts anymore” feeling.

I was a carsick kid. Nobody gives you any sympathy, and they should.

I was overcome with horrible cramps and that hot-cold-sweaty-OMG-something-awful-is-about-to-happen feeling while shopping with my 9 year-old at Trader Joe’s. I told her to take the cart, and I was going to the bathroom at the back corner of the store. I sprinted, and made it just in time to avoid an embarrassing…

Serves her right.

SFO. Before I dropped my hubs at the airport, he wanted sushi, because he was going to Puerto Rico for three weeks on a business trip and knew he would spend the entire trip eating roadside barbeque, fried plantains, and beans and rice.

I was in sixth grade at a new school and I wasn’t feeling great in my social studies class (with the cute young teacher, too). We were working on an assignment so I walked up to the front of the room to ask if I could be excused to the restroom. And when I opened my mouth to ask, I puked all over his desk.

Oh my gosh I’m actually here when a Pissing Contest goes up! And I have a story! The fates have aligned!

Okay, so, I was on a field trip, I was 10 years old, we were on a bus, I get bus sick. So, obviously, I threw up on the bus on a field trip aged 10. Boring story. EXCEPT! I _knew_ I was going to get sick, and when I…

Actually once when I was young and drank too much cheap booze I remember waking up and puking all over myself and passing out thinking “nononononononoo”, but when I woke up there was no puke. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a dream.

Scariest sidework I've ever dealt with: I worked at a place where full hands in/full hands out was taken to an insane level. You'd have to drop something at the dishwasher when you walked back into the kitchen, even if it was a single fork. And you had to grab clean dishes to restock the line before you could leave…

Fuck marrying ketchup bottles. Fuck the ketchup udder. (I've dealt with both.) I was a server for a while at a ski resort town "family" restaurant (read: overpriced half decent food served to every obnoxious tourist and their bratty kids), and between the asshole people and the asshole side work, I decided to move…

Don't hate the server. Please. I make a point of thanking the BOH every night. When I have to add ridiculous fucking modifiers that I know I can't lie to the patrons about not being able to do, I run into the kitchen immediately to apologize. When I know the kitchen will be pissed at me for a certain modifier, and I'm…

Rolling silver never really bothered me but fuck those goddamn ketchups.

Cutting lemons for the drink station/your station. I don't know why this came to mind first. It wasn't as dreadful as having to wipe down the walls behind the trash cans in the bussing area at the end of the night.