About a month ago, I was informed by one of my, um, partners that I should probably get tested for the human papilloma virus (HPV). So naturally, I told my sister about it, because what little sister doesn't want to know her big sister may have an STD?
AWKWARD PART OVER PHEW.
So while I was waiting to get the results back from the test, my sister very anxiously texted to ask me when I'd hear. And I was like "I dunno, Planned Parenthood said a few days," and she remarked on how incredibly calm I was during all this.
And I was all, "What do you mean?" And she said that if she was me, she would be completely panicking. And I asked why? HPV would be a bummer, but not the end of the world
And then this happened:
I honestly don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my entire life.
To my darling sister: I love you so, but we are having a sex ed talk the next time I see you.
P.S. I'm clean! FIST PUMP! Practice safe sex, kids!
P.P.S. HI MOM AND DAD! I LOVE YOU!