"I hope that the rolled-up piece of cotton with the string hanging out to absorb the profuse bleeding from your aching groin-hole.... never has to exist.... Happy Birthday!"
Guy: don't say stuff like that.
Girl: oh shut-up. *goes into her backpack and takes out a tampon* i'll be right back, i just need to put my TAMPON in, then we can finish doing our homework.
*says the word tampon deliberately just to annoy the guy*