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My Fatty Liver is Pissed!
It turns out that my organs are just professional squatters!
My body started talking to me at about the age of thirty-five. One day, uterus just started acting out horribly, and whining nonstop. She was feeling neglected, I suppose. She found out from one of my snitch fallopian tubes (snitches get stitches), that I had them both cut, burned and professionally mangled. And with no remorse, I might add.
She knew that she just wasn't needed anymore. I tried to keep uterus from the truth, by having a healthy sex life, keeping her hopes alive. I made sure she felt the trampoline pummels every now and then, coming from below her. But I had already had three healthy babies and she had served me well, but our relationship was over! I just didn't need uterus anymore. If she didn't stop the painful nagging, she would have to go!
It takes a while to get an organ evicted, so she took this time to coordinate her revenge. She pulled both fallopian tubes into her sordid plot to ruin me. They were both still weak, and grief stricken, from our painful separation. I didn't have them removed, but I did force them to participate in my magic show. The one where they slice the lady in half? Well, they were obviously still bitter. They only agreed to do it, after one of my ovaries egged them on, mad that I had blocked her exports.
