No I'm not, I'm PMS'd out beyond belief. Why are you reading this? You suck. I hate you.

No, I don't! Don't go, I didn't mean it! Really! It's the hormones talking.

And don't call me hormonal. What the fuck do you know? Nothing, that's what.

Go to Pluto's and get me some flank steak. And yes, I want a big heap of the garlic mashed potatoes too. Green beans? Fuck you! Are you saying I'm fat? Go to hell. Don't forget my Cokes.

Stop by and pick up a Milky way, too. Two of them, one of the "darks" as well. If you forget, God help you and your Pink Dot account.

Did you hide my peroxides again? Way to go, dipshit. You have no idea how to store them. Neither do I. You don't trust me with high explosives during this time? Fuck you! And just "what time of the month" are you referring to? Hmmmm? Better be "bill paying time" dumbass.

*uncontrollable sobbing*

What the fuck are you looking at?

Is there any weed left? No? You are officially useless. Go away.

The flight leaves in an hour and 20 minutes? Fuck that. I ain't getting on a plane. Ever again. Those things crash. I saw it on the news.

You have a headache? YOU HAVE A HEADACHE? Take this pill. Shut up, you'll like it.

*breathes a sigh of relief*

I think the worst is over.

But tread carefully. The PMS monster lurks.

BWAHAAHAHAHA!!!

Peroxides and the rag dont mix. Dont blow anyone up.

Cindy, I'm feeling ya. I've been PMSing like a motherfucker all today. I gotta call some people up and apologize for some of the bull shit I pulled.

Fuck!

quote:Originally posted by Kikey_Kikeowitz:

BWAHAAHAHAHA!!!



Heh, no offense, Kikey, I wanted it to be my 1000th post but since I've gone barking at trolls in Lab Tips it's moot anyways. What were you saying? "Quit yer bitching...?"

quote:Originally posted by deadlycindy:



What were you saying? "Quit yer bitching...?"



Twas merely a means to facilitate a smooth segway into my own complaint, which was:

quote:Bah. Quit your bitching.

You haven't lost any and all hope of ever having any semblence of affection with a female for the rest of your pathetic life.

There's going to be hell to pay once I become rich. You all will rue the fucking day.

I love totse...

It's the only place where you can repeatedly say "fuck you" to someone and insult them in every way possible and not have them be offended. Or something. I'm rambling again, aren't I?

STFU cindy! you know your mouth is needed for other uses while other parts of you are temporarily out of order!

hey, the upsides outweigh the downsides to hummer week.

You know, it's times like these I'm thankful for being a guy.

It'll pass, Cindy. We know you feel like a fucking pile of shit. Well the girls probably do, the guys don't.

Do you think, maybe, that they'll ever come up with some kind of hormonal counterbalance-type thingamabob pill that can cancel out the effects of PMS? Hmmm....

They're called "Oxycontin".

PMS is the two weeks of hell that I, a man, have to endure feeling the wrath of the angry women having PMS. Therefore, in a relationship, I will be spending half of my time fishing. I will go on fishing vacations once a month for two weeks, the time for PMS to wear off.

Darkfire, the solution to your problem is to find a nice peice of ass, age 50+. then there is no PMS. if your lucky you'll find one who's widowed to a rich guy, and will buy you stuff.