Babs To Self: Funny, no PMS this month...

Nights later, on a bus...

PMS: Is this seat taken?

Babs: Uhh, no...

PMS: Great. Sorry I'm late, Sydney public transport is a bitch! Now, let's see, you're all alone on a bus, going home to a home you hate, all alone. Did I mention you're all alone? Ooooh, I forgot tied to a life you hate, unloved, and uh, alone.

Babs: AAAAAAHHHHH!! you're right and I'm terribly upset by it. So where are you going with this?

PMS: Going? My job here is done. See you in a month!

Babs: ... Bitch.

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