“**** it Paula! We are lesbians and we have to stick together!”
“I know and I'm sorry, but sometimes I forget that we're lesbians. Sometimes I think that maybe, just maybe, we're more than lesbians!”
“More than lesbians? What do you mean?”
“Paula, don't you ever wonder about what men are like? How big are their vaginas? What it feels like to feel a man's naked *******?”
“No, I never have. I suppose that a man's ***** is no different than a woman's. Anyway, we're lesbians, so we can't think of such things.”
“Paula, do you suppose that there are 2 homosexual men having this conversation right now?”
“Yes, after all men & women are no different from each other. We all have desires & menstrual cycles. It's just a terrible fact of life.”
“Good night Katrina.”
“I'm low on protection.”
“Better get some, first thing in the morning. I don't want either, or both of us, to get pregnant.”
“Me too.”

Diphtheria.

Yes, okay, diphtheria.

Just in case you want to sue let me correct failing parts of your face
with injectable botulism food poisoning & sand-based silicone glue
after I probe your ****** like an obstetrician whose patients are few
in number & big in faulty mitral valves that render normal lips blue
in number & big in prolapsed mitral valves that turn ready lips blue