Uterus: I hope you didn’t like those underwear.
Stomach: EAT ALL THE THINGS!
Emotions: I don’t care that you were crying your eyes out ten minutes ago, that was damn funny. Now go act like you’re high until I see something that pisses me the off.
Stomach: ESPECIALLY THE CHOCOLATY THINGS!
Uterus: Also I’ve decided to act like something’s constantly punching me. I hope you don’t mind.
Me: why
THIS. ALL THE TIME.
I HATE YOU, UTERUS.