When it comes to female plumbing, clearly it's the ovaries that call all the shots. Even sans uterus, I still get PMS because my ovaries have gone WiFi and picked up on someone else's menstrual signal.
It just kills me. I no longer ride the tubular schmata, yet I still experience the joys of considering a trip to Krispy Kreme and the gun shop on the same day.
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But at least you don't have to worry about embarrassing yourself by having big red blotches on the back of your pants. And even without PMS, what woman hasn't had the urge for junk and a weapon all at once?
ROFL!
My antidote for PMS? Lucky Country red licorice and, er, exercise. Lots and lots of exercise.
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