I just ate 6 pieces of pizza!!!.
For those of you not in the know, thats more than half a pizza.
That’s about 5,000,000 calories worth of pizza!
That’s enough pizza to feed a small village for a MONTH!
Ah. PMS. Giving women everywhere the rare ability to eat their own body weight in cheese…
I think I’m glad I haven’t eaten any pizza for some time now, and that I’m leaving the house in twenty minutes.
Seriously though, I hope you feel better soon. PMS… ain’t it a bitch sometimes? (having just gone through it myself)
F_X
I’m almost too afraid to ask: How would you “use” the pizza you’ve already eaten?
sam honey - I’ve still got ***ONE AND A HALF PIZZAS LEFT!!!
BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!***
Ahem. I’ll be fine. Tomato/mushroom, anyone?
Pizza smizza.
PMS is all in the mind, anyway pfft.
OW!! STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME!
<Flings slice of pizza at sam>
::THWAADAP!::
Hot pizza burns you know…
PMS…ahhh…the only reason to eat a tin of kippers, left over Easter candy, a bag of Funyons and a double cheeseburger. My sister told me the cure for cravings: popcorm mixed with M&Ms… saltysugary.
I’ll never forget the time I saw my friend eat a spring roll the size of a canoe, all thanks to PMS…
I can eat a whole pizza with no PMS whatsoever. In fact I did today. Not only am I nice and full, I’m completely non-bitchy as well. 
sigh…QED, what did we tell you about replacing food with smokes?
The last time I had PMS, there was a LOT of birthday cake involved…
Ah, yes, PMS–that time of the month when women get to behave the way men behave all of the time.
<snort>
Now I’m on the hunt for chocolate. Or pudding…YES! PUDDING
Ummmm - puuuuddddddiiiinnnngggg…
<*Cue Lionel Richie>
::Cus you’re once, twice, three times a shwank,
I loooove you…::*
Ha ha ha ha! That was good… had a good laugh when I read that. Thanks!
Ohhhh…I thought you’d said “replacing food with SEX”. Which I didn’t do.
Oh well, no matter. The point is, I’ve not had even one ciggie in over 72 hours. Go me!
Hey! Bravo!
NOW GIVE ME SOME FREEKIN’ CHOCOLATE YOU POOH-POOH HEAD!
Ahem. Sorry - that was the PMS talking…
Yes, ma’am!!! I’m so glad my English sweetie has precisely zero PMS (or PMT as she calls it). I’m a lucky guy!