Take a Walk

Wow, guys and girls, we're such pieces of work.

We girls, we're so emotional and so moody, especially just around the river bend, if you catch my drift, my bloody red drift. Occasionally, we'll lash out in amazingly dramatic spurts, with or without a stick up our vaginas. We love our girlfriends to death, but every other girl is a bitch. You cross us and you might not see the light of day until we want you to.

Therefore, guys just don't know what the hell to do with us. Half the time, they're probably tip-toeing around us because they know what we're capable of. It must be so blissful to live with constant simple thoughts of tinsel.

I guess if I accidentally bitch out at a guy next time, I can probably, actually definitely, just say that I was PMS-ing and there will be no questions asked. If there's one thing guys never want to talk about, it's periods.

Too bad it's a get-out-of-jail-free card that only works once a month. Hopefully they're not counting.