Dude, Mom is freaking out. She's yelling for no reason and keeps going back and forth from crying, yelling, and trying to hug me. What's her deal?
Little bro-zine, there's a thing in nature that all creatures, great and small, have to deal with and that's the female of the species being on the rag every 28 days.
The rag?
Yeah, man, it just means that they rag on everything you do. They rag on you for how you stack the dishes, how you park the car, and even how you fold a towel.
What do you do to get through it?
Every 14 days, I drink a shitload of beer, get belligerant, yell for no reason, try to love everyone I come in contact with and then bitch at them. It balances the universe. I call it 'pay-day.'
