PMS is a stupid thing.
I don’t know if it’s just me or what but every time the special time of month rolls around I get all emotional and irrational and dumb and I just dread it. I go from being like, horny horny must get laid crazy to not wanting to be touched by anyone to wanting a baby… the last one is the most frightening. If you knew me you’d realize why… ME AS A MOM WOULD BE SO FUCKED. I sleep so heavily the kid would be screaming in the middle of the night and I wouldn’t even hear it. I feel like a child is something I would be stoked about for like a few weeks and then one day I’d be like okay this is gay and then pass it off to my dad or something.
So let’s just hope I never never never get pregnant.
I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know what is wrong with your car’s engine but if you open and close the hood like this, it looks like the car is talking