You know what sounds superb delish right now? A hunk of parmigiano-reggiano cheese. Just a big ole hunk of it! No grating. Just chewing.
Mmmm.
I think that my craving for a hunk of parmesan cheese + the zit forming on my nose is a sign of PMS!!!!!!!! YAYYYYYYY!
I was thinking the other day (betta prep yaselves for a little whirl around my brain biatches, cause we're about to discuss something I actually think about!) . . . and what if some rando girl had some rando quality where her hormone surges during the period before menstruation (aka, her PMS hormones) caused her to be extraordinarily patriotic instead of being an uber bitch?
Do you guys think that's what happened with Wonder Woman? I'm like, maybe. Except no PMSing woman would be caught dead in a spandex unitard. Unless your name is like Tonya Harding, and your PMS causes you to go into uber bitch figure skating mode where you scheme to kill your double toe looping opponent (link here for more deetz if you're not caught up on your mid-90s figure skating dramz).
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