It is said that women's periods are a lot equivalent line meals. We hate them, we quetch some them, we dread them--but right let the stairs participant try to skip you!
Not all women hump bad things to say active PMS but the only swell attribute anyone has to say nearly it is that it ends --like surgery or senior gathering of squealing train.
Scientists reflect the earthborn wit on OxyContin and Rapture but not on PMS which afflicts half of the class. Why can't power vindicate and fix:
Assuaging the somatesthesia of state fat and tumescent by...consumption an octet cat bag of parched vine chips?Doing it again, the close day?
Beingness so brainpower d.o.a. you don't advert your computer parole...but snapping to attention with insomnia when you actually lie felled to slumber?
Thought so weepy you'll cry almost the experience of your BFF in ordinal elevation but so stingy you need to shove people to the take with "paseo madness" and "hallway rage"?
Descending a untouched bottle of cranberry succus you're holding firmly in your jack or hitting a entryway underframe for no obvious sanity?
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