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I was just sitting on my bed when I felt something like a bubble or "air" Inside me. I had to lean back and try to roll it out or put my hand on the outside of my genitals to push it out. Eventually it came out but then I felt something else in my labia that I couldn't get out.
So I sat on my desk chair and tried to pop it.
Has any other ladies dealt with this or is it just me?
Wtf? Seriously, how fucking dare you. My great great grandmother literally DIED from that. That is the 6th cause of women dying, and you're treating this like some kind of joke?
Your great great grandmother died from queefing?
Seriously though, my dad died from a heart attack and if i may fake the same offence that you are attempting to display, how fucking dare you trivialise my father's death by insinuating your great great grandmother was worth more when its the number 1 cause of male death and you sre using this to score points like its some kind of joke?
How fucking dare you try to make it seem like your dad was more important than my great great grandmother and try to fake your dad's passing to mock my great great grandmother's tragic passing.
... And How fucking dare you fake a memory of a great great grandmother, i fail to see what is tragic about dying from queefing, it is either self inflicted from an over active libido or a fisting/stretching kink maybe?
.. And your dead daddist comments are sickening, my fathers passing was more tragic than this mythical queef queen of yours, he suffered a heart attack and died alone, not surrounded by crowds of music lovers waiting for a tune from an aging cunt trumpet.
How fucking dare you assume the death of my great great grandmother is fake. And how fucking dare you say that her passing isn't tragic. Piece of shit.
Your comment is the most nauseating I have come across so far. To say your mythical dad's passing is more tragic (it's not) than my real great great grandmother is disgusting. She died and we didn't even get to say goodbye.
I assume she was really old, it happens, the natural progression of life and of course death.
I wasn't stating that she was fake, of course she existed dumb ass, i was stating, indirectly, that your memory is fake, a fabrication of an unnatural closeness between an old lady and a child, unless of course you hail from a family of teenage mothers and Were a little older.
Bad luck about not being able to say goodbye, i was with my own grandmother as she died, i cared!!
Many, especially older people die alone, it's just something we have to deal with, perhaps you need counselling to get over yourself and move on.
I'm glad you find it nauseating because i am sickened by your attitude towards my (real) dead father.