It was the beginning of summer and no one knew me at camp.
I was just a big random loser.
Then things changed.
I got my period.
The red badge of courage!
I was the first one to get it, so I was like, the expert.
I became...
The Camp Gyno.
Rap: I'm a queen bee come get it.
Rap: No trippin'.
Rap: I got everything you need, I'm a queen...
It's a serious responsibility.
From now on, you get these from me.
I'm like a counselor now.
Listen up ladies...
menstruation demonstration!
For these campers, I was their Joan of Arc.
Your sword...
your shield.
It's like, I'm Joan.
And their vadge is the arc.
Oh, it hurts!
Suck it up and deal with it!
I guess the power got to my head a little bit.
This is your life now.
Popularity can do that.
I know it's that time of month for you, because I know your cycle!
But as quickly as it began, it was over.
Laurie!
Girls stopped coming to their appointments.
Then, I found out why.
The whole camp started getting friggin' care packages in the mail!
With tampons, and panty liners, and candy!
All perfectly timed to their cycle.
It's like Santa for your vagina!
How can a Camp Gyno compete with that?