Gargoyle Girl and her trusty sidekick, Inflamed Cold Sore, aren't feeling too spicy today. Someone has a walloping case of pms and someone else is getting crusty. Will they have a party of pity together? Will they run through the blizzard together, the parasitic face hemorrhoid and the unshowered jogger? Will they settle for the gym, only to bawk at the long lines and scowls reflected in the mirrors?
oh, the suspense and bated breath for tomorrow's post.
Who will triumph?
Reminds me of an old favorite joke:
Q. Why do they call it pms?
A. Because mad cow disease was already taken.
hoot hoot. over and out.
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