Captain: “What are you wearing?”
Eggi: “Dunno what it’s called. I’ve got the girl flu.”
Captain: “The what?”
Eggi: “The curse.”
Captain: “That sounds bad.”
Eggi: “You know, Aunt Flo.”
Captain: “…um…”
Eggi: “Come on, Red tide.”
Captain: “…uh…”
Eggi: “Shark week.”
Captain: “…um…”
Eggi: “Code red.”
Captain: “…uh…”
Eggi: “On the rag.”
Captain: “…er…”
Eggi: “Ladies’ week.”
Captain: “…uh…”
Eggi: “Red army.”
Captain: “Red army?!”
Eggi: “Time of the month.”
Captain: “…uh?”
Eggi: “La semaine ketchup.”
Captain: “Ketchup? I like ketchup.”
Eggi: “Surfing the crimson wave?”
Captain: “Are we going swimming? I love swimming!”
Eggi: “No, no…like a visit from my relative from Rotenburg.”
Captain: “Is it someone I know?”
Eggi: “Le petit clown qui saigne du nez?”
Captain: “Ooh, ooh! Clowns! I love clowns!”
Eggi: “Oh come on. Checking into the Red Roof Inn?”
Captain: “…”
Eggi: “Oh, look, a squirrel!”
Almost Every Thursday 
Thanks for the smile, some men are so clueless.
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