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presents
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A Bad Period
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by Gross Genitalia
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Toxic File #47
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Centre of Eternity 615.552.5747 HQ of Toxic Shock and The Esoteric Society
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[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]
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It was always the most rotten shitty dreadful time when Pamela was on
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the rag. She was always cranky, bitched at anything, everything, anyone,
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everyone. While this would describe most women in this situation, Pamela
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was different. Something about her made her the Spectacular Queen Bitch.
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Pamela sat on the commode, discharging blood and loosened uteral tissues
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at a steady rate, and screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs.
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"I hate this damned fucking period thing! Why can't we just go fuck, have
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kids, enjoy hot wet sex, and not squirt motherfucking blood and shit all
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over the place every month of our lives?" A common heard gripe every month,
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Pamela's husband Richard was sick of hearing it. Richard was not a violent
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man but sometimes, during Pamela's premenstrual cramps, menstrual cramps,
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and post-menstrual cramps (she was always a bitch), he would snap and beat
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Pamela around the house, yelling and screaming at her, telling her to shut
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the fuck up because he was sick and tired of this whole period thing.
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One day Pamela was sitting in the bathroom bitching and discharging,
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flushing, wiping, and bitching, and she felt this churning in her lower
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abdomen. She ignored it at first, her bitching and yelling masked the
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rumbling feeling out. The rumbling grew increasing more stern, and eventually
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groaned at a steady pace. It was a feeling of discomfort to Pamela, so she
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bitched about that. Pretty soon the pain became unbearable. "STOP THIS
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FUCKING PAIN!" She raised her fist to eye-level, and proceeded to throw
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a hard punch to the area below her stomach, and commanded the pain to stop.
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Another punch. "Damnit to hell, STOP!" With one final punch Pamela's fist
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broke the skin of her abdomen and slid into her uteral cavity. Before the
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shock could hit her something from within bit her fist off. She yanked
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her bloody stump of an arm out from her uterus and examined it. Before she
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could finish her scream of utter grotesque horror something slimy, no larger
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than a Cabbage Patch Kid, thrusted itself out from the gaping hole below
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Pamela's stomach and slithered around on the floor. Disgusted, horrified,
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and nearing shock and nervous breakdown, the thing looked up at Pamela and
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grinned. "Oh dear God it looks like... a FETUS!" How could this be?
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Pamela was on the rag, she couldn't POSSIBLY be bearing a child! But before
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she had time to give this idea a second thought, the fetus spoke. "Well well
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mommy, time to die bitch!" With this the fetus dry retched on Pamela's legs.
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The acidity of the vomitous emissions ate and sizzled at her legs, and she
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let out a deathly screech. The fetus hopped on her head and nibbled at her
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scalp, ripping small chunks and hair-covered flesh with its demonic claws.
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It then thrust its tiny hand through the bones of Pamela's skull and removed
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a handful of brains. "It's dinner time!" The fetus gulped down the brains and
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leaned over Pamela's forehead. "I have a kiss for mommy!" The fetus placed
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its lips over Pamela's right eye socket and gave her a kiss of death, sucking
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out the eyeball and sinewy nerve cords.
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The fetus jumped onto Pamela's lap and jumped up and down and continuously
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chanted, "Mommy don't like me! Mommy don't like me!", all the while stomping
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the lower half of Pamela's now-deceased body into the toilet. With a final
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series of massive stomps, the fetus managed to cram Pamela's entire body into
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the toilet. With a series of tugs on the handle, the fetus flushed Pamela's
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mutilated body away into a series of pipes and sewage ducts, gone forever.
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Its chant changed to, "The bitch is in the sewer! The bitch is in the sewer!"
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As the water began to fill up in the toilet the fetus yelled "I want my mommy!"
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and jumped into the toilet and slithered down the drain.
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Richard walked into the bathroom to find out what in the hell was going on.
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He saw the blood and chunks of fleshy material splattered about the bathroom.
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He screamed. "PAMELA! WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU PAMELA? PAMELA!" At that time
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his pants dropped on their own. He felt something heavy on his leg. He looked
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down to meet his fate eye-to-eye. A fetus had buried its claw into his leg,
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and was glaring up at Richard's face. "Bye bye daddy!" exclaimed the fetus,
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as it proceeded to bite off Richard's genitals. Richard crumpled to the floor
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in a ghastly yell, and the fetus join its sibling in the sewer, and slid
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into the toilet.
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(c)1990 Toxic Shock, by Gross Genitalia.
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