Unless I go out of my way to ask you: please do not share tales of your vagina splitting open during labour. No one wants to hear about your episiotomy; I shouldn't even know what that word means.
This applies particularly during family dinners with newly sperm-poisoned moms-to-be. And dudes.
Find a filter, douchebag.
~keeping my legs clamped shut
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