(Forewarning: Do not read this post if you are easily offended by medical procedures or the word vagina)
What goes great with hot, mexican soup, you ask? If you're me (and I know you wish you were), the answer is a pap-smear. After confessing to my sister that I hadn't had my annual "Well Woman" exam since my tubal ligation 5 years ago, I've been getting nagged to fucking death about going to the damn doctor. I just haven't felt the need. What with no need for birth control and no "flare-ups" in the nether regions, I just figured: if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Sis: it's called PREVENTATIVE treatment. You could be walking around all ignorant with cervical cancer... or breast cancer... or a million other different kids of cancers and not even know it!
Me: pffffft... you're just jealous because you still need to worry about birth control.
Sis: I don't need to worry, I AM pregnant.
Me: No wonder you need a vagina swab.
Sis: C'mon, I'll buy you lunch.
Me: Free lunch? I'm in!
Because seriously, y'all... I don't turn down a free meal. Poor folks gotta take handouts when they can get 'em. So, I offered my body over to science for 30 minutes in exchange for Mexico City Style Chicken and Rice Soup from Pappasitos. They sprinkle crack in that shit. And the little leaves floating on top? Those aren't cilantro... they're weed. I know this because after eating a bowl of this shit, I'm delirious with the need for a nap. And chocolate.
Who the hell drove me home?!