When Midol Isn’t Enough
You know you’re PMSing when…
1) You’re moved to tears by Gordon Lightfoot’s rendition of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” on the radio.
2) You think the pack of eight-year-old boys in front of you at the putt-putt course is taking too long, so you call one of them an asshole and tell them to get the hell out of the way.

Here we see that little kid, all grown up, remembering that traumatic day at the mini golf course. Weep, Tiger. Weep.
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You’re currently reading “When Midol Isn’t Enough,” an entry on Chelsea Hotel No. 2
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- 3.5.06 / 6pm
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- humor, ways I embarass myself
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