Diva
04-10-02, 06:47PM
Shhhh... Canned 'PMS' They Don't Stand A Chance
I finally fixed the link to the forum at the bottom so you can enter there. It's 4AM. I'm fucking tired. I'll update in the morning... which will be in about 1 hour. FUCK! I can not believe I'm at work. I pity the fools that call this number. My reacto-meter to pet peeves will be on PMS mode. I hear distant fumbling for the calendars. Don't get your panties in a wad. It's not time yet, ratbag. Not that I mind a calendar being kept. saves me the frustration of getting into some ridiculous fight that is ultimately hormone induced. Any guy will tell you he keeps a mental note of these special moments we call PMS. They can't remember holidays or birthdays to save their lives, but that 'Hell' week is etched in their mind. I only get it bad every other month at the most. Usually it's when I crawl off into a corner and whimper. None of this "misery loves company" crap. It's "Get the fuck away from me" or "You wanna fight? You really wanna fight?" Here's a tip: When she's PMSing... don't ask what's wrong. Just grab your keys and go for a drive. Full tank and bring food. For those of you who decide to stay and 'see if you can help' crap... May G-d have mercy on your soul... Cuz she won't.
Bit O' News
Armed robber steals condoms. What? No wine and flowers? Cheapskate... City gets 666 area code.What where they thinking? They don't even list the 13th floor in most buildings. Morons... Tit screen savers. You're boss will love em. Heh... Hitler was gay. And to think the only preference I thought he was capable of was death....
I finally fixed the link to the forum at the bottom so you can enter there. It's 4AM. I'm fucking tired. I'll update in the morning... which will be in about 1 hour. FUCK! I can not believe I'm at work. I pity the fools that call this number. My reacto-meter to pet peeves will be on PMS mode. I hear distant fumbling for the calendars. Don't get your panties in a wad. It's not time yet, ratbag. Not that I mind a calendar being kept. saves me the frustration of getting into some ridiculous fight that is ultimately hormone induced. Any guy will tell you he keeps a mental note of these special moments we call PMS. They can't remember holidays or birthdays to save their lives, but that 'Hell' week is etched in their mind. I only get it bad every other month at the most. Usually it's when I crawl off into a corner and whimper. None of this "misery loves company" crap. It's "Get the fuck away from me" or "You wanna fight? You really wanna fight?" Here's a tip: When she's PMSing... don't ask what's wrong. Just grab your keys and go for a drive. Full tank and bring food. For those of you who decide to stay and 'see if you can help' crap... May G-d have mercy on your soul... Cuz she won't.
Bit O' News
Armed robber steals condoms. What? No wine and flowers? Cheapskate... City gets 666 area code.What where they thinking? They don't even list the 13th floor in most buildings. Morons... Tit screen savers. You're boss will love em. Heh... Hitler was gay. And to think the only preference I thought he was capable of was death....