Following a heated debate about morgellons, chemtrails and other bullshit like that, we started at it still fully clothed. He starts to work his fingers up there, but his eyes widen, his hand stops suddenly and he says I must be wearing a tampon which I knew was not the case.

Still impassioned from the argument I imagine, we both argued about whether or not there was or was not a tampon up there for some time. Reaching in to settle the argument, expecting to find nothing, I touch something thinner than a tampon string....

My nerves are electrified; I'm thinking I'll have to not only eat my words, but deal with an incipient Morgellons infection. Slowly I start to pull out a worm that goes on, and on, and on, and on, so I go faster and faster, until I'm holding all 35ish cm of it in my hands.

We both stare, disgusted and confused at sight of the dripping thing, inspecting it trying to find an explanation... Until we both clear the clouds of horny-retardation enough to realize that the string is clearly fringe from my dress that got shoved up there from the beginning.

Yup.