(Scene: Tuesday, K and her friend A are discussing the mystery of all mysteries; men and how they think. Let’s listen in on their conversation…)
K: He’s being SUCH a woman about this whole thing! It’s ridiculous.
A: I agree. He is not reacting in a mature manner.
K: If he’s going to act like a girl, he needs to eat a pan of brownies, watch a chick flick, and then flipping get over it!
A: Did you say that to him…?
K: No…because it would make him cry and eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, and then complain about how fat he is.
A: I think you’re right. Hmm…I kind of want a brownie.
K: Where have all the real men gone, A? WHERE?
A: They’re hiding from us. They know we’re hormonally unstable and want brownies.
K: Survival of the fittest. They’re the smart ones.
(The only thing established from this conversation is that women who are PMS-ing really, REALLY do not like men; generally for no apparent reason. They prefer brownies instead; generally for no apparent reason)
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