The Birch Show. You know, last night I was watching television. You know, every, every story I've told this morning starts off with me watching television. But last night I was flipping channels, trying to find something else to watch besides the Olympics, because it's not on anymore. And I fell upon one of the Cribs episodes, they were having a Cribs marathon. And I don't know what band it was. I don't know what band member it was. I don't even know if he was a band. Maybe he was a guy from another show, but he was going through his home, and then he introduced his girlfriend, who was there with him. And then they went through different parts of the house, and then they got to the bedroom. And he made a comment during his description of his bedroom that oh yeah and here's my bed oh and my girlfriend

had an accident on it a couple days ago and i thought you know what if you are going to call me out

for my menstrual cycle on national television then i'm breaking up with you like i would have

broken up with him right there because that's that's just not funny that's wrong but I think the thing is though I mean if you're a woman you can relate because everybody has had some kind of embarrassing story when it comes to your menstrual cycle absolutely and I think producer Tracy has the one that that definitely tops it that's right because this is one good thing about the boys being out because they're not going to like ooh and uh and i can't believe you're thinking about these and blah so at least we can have girl talk thanks guys real talk real talk phil my story's so embarrassing this happened in eighth grade and i am 26 years old and i am still embarrassed to this day and i cannot believe i'm going to tell all of atlanta this and the sad thing is as I went to eighth grade here, so half, you know, some of the people

listening are probably like, oh my God, I remember that because it turned into this huge urban legend. Here's my story. In eighth grade, I was one of, I guess I was one of those late bloomer, so I didn't get it until eighth grade. And the drill was in eighth grade. you would, that was when you would still go to like every class and every, you know,

into lunch and all those things in a single file line. Right. So the drill was is that we would go to our fourth period class every single day, sit down in our seats. The teacher would call, you know, say, okay, everybody line up, let's go to lunch. So we're sitting in our seats. She says, line up, let's go to lunch. I stand up, and my friend behind me says, Tracy, sit down. And I'm like, why? And she's like, sit down now. I'm like, what are you talking about? So, of course, I sit down and she whispers in my ear that I have a big red stain on the back of my pants, which I didn't know what the hell is going on because this has never happened to me before. Oh, this is the first time. First time. Oh, God. Oh, no. Oh. Yeah. So I sat back

down as the rest of my class stood up and was staring at me wondering why I'm still sitting in my

seat. Oh, no. My friend Samantha gets up and goes to tell my algebra teacher what was going on and

why I needed to stay

behind. You guys are all looking at me with your hands over your mouth. Yeah, because I'm just like,

oh, poor thing. Oh, no. So I was horrified and I didn't know what to do. I was near tears.

The rest of the class is staring at me wondering why I'm staying behind.

The teacher looks at me like, oh, poor thing. Takes the rest of the class to lunch.

Meanwhile, a couple of my friends stay behind. You know, I wrap a sweater around my waist.

I go to the bathroom. And of course, I have nothing with me because I don't know what to do about it.

So I'm stuck in the bathroom for the entire fifth period waiting for my mom to come and pick me up because, you know, of course,

the school nurse had to call her and have her pick me up because I had all over my clothes.

And so I left home with my mom.

Did that hour in the bathroom stall feel like two days? I was horrified. Oh, my God. But it gets worse. It gets so much worse. Then, of course, you know, kids talk or whatever. So everybody in the entire eighth grade knew about it, found out about it. And then the big huge urban legend, you know, all of these rumors start circulating.

And then before you know it, the story turns into, um, I'm not going to say his name because

he probably still lives in Atlanta. But one of the most popular boys in the eighth grade class came

back from lunch and sat in it and got it on his pants. No. None of this was true. At least I don't

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