I’ll start, this is necessary.
- Singing
- Sing-song voices
- Questions
- People who say huh? or what? after every word you say
- People who have coversations with themselves for hours on end
I’ll start, this is necessary.
Silly girl, EVERYTHING is annoying with PMS.
The sun.
The clouds.
The blue sky.
The sidewalk.
Need I go on?
men.
Jeez, yes. All that incessant breathing! In and out and in and out and in and out…
My boss.
My students.
Er… you’ve all gotten it backwards.
Men aren’t annoying with PMS because we don’t get it. Women, however, are exceedingly annoying with PMS.
We have bumper stickers behind the bar that customers have brought us, and one of 'em says, “They call it ‘PMS’ because ‘Mad Cow Disease’ was already taken.”
Personally, I think of it as Crying Cow Disease.
I don’t get mad. I just cry over life insurance commercials.
So screw those damn commercials.
[sub]sob[/sub]
The inability of modern technology to provide a device that will feed vast quantities of (DARK) chocolate, on demand 24-hours a day…
:mad:
Speaking as a man, the most annoying thing about PMS is the women who suffer from it. PMS is a once a month thing that last a week or so. We have to wash the damn car more often than that.
:ducks and runs for cover:
I’m off the pill. It’s been a couple of months and I no longer have PMS like I used to… Now I have one bad day at the beginning of my period and I’m just sad.
Yesterday was the first day of my period. I was sad about everything. Even about this being the last week at this craptacular job.
Whatcha gonna do?
Eat chocolate!
The most annoying thing about PMS is the people who assume you have it. I do not suffer from PMS. I never have. I’m actually usually pretty happy at that time (other than being annoyed that it is that time). Just because I’m in a bad mood, it should not be assumed that I’m raggin. It usually means I work in customer service and people are idiots. What makes people (mostly men) think they have a right to ask if it’s that time of month just because you’re in a bad mood? I don’t make a point of asking men if they have jock itch just because they can’t stop touching themselves.
If it ain’t a monkey, it annoyingr!
Wanting to eat everything in sight.
Must you slap your bare feet on the linoleum so loudly, you insensitive jerk?