The baby starts picking cotton off her tampons. (aaannnd i'll see myself out)
You check its logbook
Grandpa: Oh you know with my hands mostly.
Somebody who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question whether or not theres a dog.
I said, 'Dust.' And that's how the fight started....
Minnow-pause
I don't know... I broke the lightbulb after I threw the first one.
This is the most violent story I've ever read!
So I thought and thought and thought and eventually I picked 'thinked'.
When she pulls the tampon out and the cotton is already picked.
An astronaut.
Cotton balls
All the cotton on her tampon has been picked off.
A teabag.
You tampon it.