Ladies day
That time of the month when a woman’s body turns into a war zone and a man’s brain turns into a melting ice cream cone.
She texted me, ‘I’m dying, send help.’ I replied, ‘I’ll come if you give me money.’
He asked if she was okay. She said, ‘I’m fine, just my uterus is having a party.’
She screamed at him for eating her chocolate.