Crampella De Ville
Every month the lining of my U-terrace flows like a Yosemite waterfall. What a good girl. We’ve had a menstrualationship for quite a few years. And, yet, Crampella De Ville tightens her grip on my womb like clockwork on day 3. This is pretty much a rinse repeat deal, so why she insists on waging war against my body makes no sense to me. Shouldn’t this be a simple strip the paint and drywall gig with nominal interference?