Quote, End Quote.

Me: Yup, I'll be right with you. I just need to go and pop a tampon in.



House of Pastelle: Laura, that's gross. Like, seriously.



And that was the story of how we found out where the line is.

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  1. P3 November 2010 at 14:32

    Ahahahaha! Reminds me of the day me and my teammates in work were discussing what sort of medical supplies we had between us in the office. They were like "I have painkillers", "I have plasters" . . . I said "I have tampons."

    I'm the only female in a team of six. It was met with an awkward silence...

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  2. Laura Jane Williams12 November 2010 at 05:15

    P- boys don't like to think of 'The Flood'. And it hurts me that that is also the name of Cheryl Cole's new single. Poor boys. x

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  3. Anonymous13 November 2010 at 11:31

    Happens to you, too, eh. Some people are just too precious.

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  4. Laura Jane Williams14 November 2010 at 17:40

    Ian- aint they just? x

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