24 January 2005
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So you know you've got PMS when your boyfriend asks you to open your mouth and cock your head back so he can shove half a box of chocolate sprinkles down your throat.
And, mind you, it wasn't to shut me up from excessive talking so much as it was to shut me up from excessive bitching.
I felt so much better after the first four or five mouthfuls of chocolate sprinkles that I had to have four or five or maybe ten more mouthfuls when he wasn't looking.
Side note: the Dutch often have these boxes of chocolate or fruit sprinkles lying around so they can put them on their bread and butter at lunch as an alternative to the one slice of cheese or meat, but not both, they allow themselves on their one or two, but no more, slices of bread.
betholindo at 09:30