Bug Bites

This is directly quoted from a conversation with a friend.

It is attributed to none other than the fantastical, genuine, and true, Yasmine Yasmine Yasmine (who wrote that, is currently a camp counselor, and who also gave me permission to post this).

Yasmine: I need a pedi, and to pluck my eyebrows. And to be clean for more than 3 minutes at a time. And not smell like bug spray.
Me: Oh, you're making me miss my camper days.
Yasmine: And not have bites in my vag***. No, seriously.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I am at work, and I'm dying.
(this is where the convo starts to get really ridiculous. I should also mention that Yasmine has been very ill for 4 days, and thinks she may have Epstein-Barr Virus)
Yasmine: O M G. I'm serious. You don't have to be nakes. They'll bite through your freaking sweatpants. Which, when you're wearing them and being bitten in the vaje makes you feel uber sexy.
Me: Stoooooooooooop iiiiiiiiiiittttt.

At this point she really had to stop because I was at work, and trying not to fall off my chair. She went on to talk about a song involving crevices, but I think that's better left off.