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The underwear thread made me think of this.

Your wife/girlfriend needs supplies, and you need brownie points right now. It's not a big deal. Nobody thinks they're for you and that you have a vagina. Suck it up.

I'm more concerned with the guys that are comfortable buying tampons.

Richie Allen wrote:I'm more concerned with the guys that are comfortable buying tampons.

Seriously? When I had my long time girlfriend, it was nothing. Just life I guess. Personally, I think that if you can't pick up tampons for your woman you have problems that run deeper than you think. It's a pretty normal thing to me.

If you were a real man, she'd be knocked up right now and you wouldn't need tampons.

Richie Allen wrote:I'm more concerned with the guys that are comfortable buying tampons.

QFT

JL21 wrote:

Richie Allen wrote:I'm more concerned with the guys that are comfortable buying tampons.

QFT

I'm more concerned about guys who obsessively giggle while in the tampon aisle.

What irritates me is the unclearly labeled variations. I have to spend 20 minutes studying the damn things just to make sure I end up buying the package with the features my wife requested.

i recently heard on National Lampoon radio a parody song, to the tune of "We Will Rock You/We Are The Champions"

"We... buy the tampons... for our girlfriends..."

i'll see if i can google the lyrics... hang on....

StatmanCrothers wrote:i recently heard on National Lampoon radio a parody song, to the tune of "We Will Rock You/We Are The Champions"

"We... buy the tampons... for our girlfriends..."

i'll see if i can google the lyrics... hang on....

haha, shoulda known, Bob Rivers!

Lyrics to We Buy The Tampons by Bob Rivers:




Wanna be a man, be a good man
Go on in the store
Gotta buy a big box someday
You try hiding your face
You feel disgraced
They're waving that Tampax all over the place
They will, they will laugh at you
The clerk will probably snicker too

"Can we please get a price check on super absorbant Kotex"
"Yes please, the extra absorbant"

I've taken my lumps
In the mini mart line
I've got my comeuppance
When I bought the wrong kind
Better get a dozen roses
And some chocolates too
I consider it an honor to help out
The female race with something I'll never use
http://www.free-lyrics.org

(Wish I din't have to go out)
(And buy them every month)

We buy the tampons for our girlfriends
And we'll take some teasing til no end
We buy the tampons, feminine napkins
Don't call us losers cause we buy the tampons

We buy the tampons for our girlfriends
And we'll be embarassed cause we're men
We buy the tampons, feminine napkins
Don't call us losers cause we buy the tampons

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Richie Allen wrote:I'm more concerned with the guys that are comfortable buying tampons.

I hope you make an exception for Prince Charles, who boldly fantasized about being Camilla's tampon.

Charles: What about me? The trouble is I need you several times a week.
Camilla: Mmm. So do I. I need you all the week. All the time.
Charles: Oh, god. I'll just live inside your trousers or something. It would be much easier!
Camilla: (laughs) What are you going to turn into, a pair of knickers?
(both laugh). Oh, you're going to come back as a pair of knickers.
Charles: Or, God forbid, a Tampax. Just my luck! (laughs).
Camilla: You are a complete idiot! (laughs). Oh what a wonderful idea!
Charles: My luck to be chucked down a lavatory and go on and on forever swirling round on the top, never going down!
Camilla: (laughing) Oh darling!
Charles: Until the next one comes through.
Camilla: Oh, perhaps you could just come back as a box.
Charles: What Sort of box?
Camilla: A box of Tampax so you could just keep going.
Charles: That's true.
Camilla: Repeating yourself. (laughing) Oh, darling. Oh I just want you now.
Charles: Do you?
Camilla: Mmm.
Charles: So do I.