Song. of. the. week. returns!
I have been horribly negligent at providing new songs despite rampant road whoring. So here we go… in honor of this post from Taco [see lustserv], here is a song for this week called Tampon Factory. Some of you may have heard the HMH3 wankers drop this like it’s warm, two verses and a chorus repeat until sober…
You can tell by her smell, that she isn’t feeling well,
When that time of the month comes around.
You can tell from the red that you won’t be getting head
When that time of the month comes around.
(Chorus) Cause it’s hi, hi, hee at the Kotex factory,
Shout out your sizes loud and clear (loud and clear),
We’ve got small, medium, large, we’ve got ones to fill-a-barge,
When that time of the month comes around!
You can tell by her string, you won’t be doing anything,
When that time of the month comes around.
You can tell by her sheet, that you won’t be getting meat,
When that time of the month comes around.
You can tell by her rope, that you haven’t got a hope,
When that time of the month comes around.
You can tell by her frown, that you won’t be going down,
When that time of the month comes around.
You can tell by her taste, that it isn’t salmon paste,
When that time of the month comes around.
You can tell by her moaning, that she’s losing hemoglobin,
When that time of the month comes around.
You can tell by her feel, that she’s starting to congeal,
When that time of the month comes around.
You can tell by her reek, that it must be Dawson’s Creek!
When that time of the month comes around.
(there are many more for those inclined to look them up)
-OTD
