Horse poop? No problem, I can handle it. I can muck out a stall with the best of 'em.
Cow poop? Doesn't bother me! Hell, I actually...kind of like the smell! (Reminds me of farms.)
Dissecting cats, sheeps brains, pig hearts? Hot damn, is it Christmas?!
But giving birth? The mere thought? Reduces me to hyperventilation and tears.
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