Right now I'm visualizing the egg in the playground, and it's going down the slide that is my cervix, and being proud to be unfertilized. Honestly, the eggs are the masses in this takeover, not me. They don't know what they're getting into when they decide to go on their adventures every month. I'm visualizing a bright red shirt with an egg on it that says "Unfertilized and proud".
Wow. I should be a sex ed teacher.
For those who didn't want to read what the title implies, it's safe to read now. I have another entry ready, all thanks to the changes my high school has made since I graduated. That'll come tomorrow, though. I don't feel like typing it all out tonight.