Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
It was the beginning of summer and no one knew me at camp.
I was just a big random loser.
Then things changed.
I got my period.
The red badge of courage!
I was the first one to get it, so I was like, the expert.
I became... The Camp Gyno.
Rap: I'm a queen bee come get it.
Rap: No trippin'.
Rap: I got everything you need, I'm a queen...
It's a serious responsibility.
From now on, you get these from me.
I'm like a counselor now.
Listen up ladies... *** demonstration!
For these campers, I was their Joan of Arc.
Your sword... your shield.
It's like, I'm Joan. And their vadge is the arc.
Oh, it hurts!
Suck it up and deal with it!
I guess the power got to my head a little bit.
This is your life now.
Popularity can do that.
I know it's that time of month for you, because I know your cycle!
But as quickly as it began, it was over.
Laurie!
Girls stopped coming to their appointments.
Then, I found out why.
The whole camp started getting friggin' care packages in the mail!
With tampons, and *** liners, and candy!
All perfectly timed to their cycle.
It's like Santa for your ***!
How can a Camp Gyno compete with that?