...has a chicken laid an egg under your nose?
Why, no. It's just a hormonal pimple.
Ahhhh, it's all pretty here in the House de Beauté when AF is imminent. And missing (did I misplace her under a chair, I wonder? I am bloating at an alarming rate, taking on water faster than the Titanic, I do declare. And no, before you all titter so, there's not a snowball's chance in hell that I might be what I can hear you thinking, o chart-obsessed audience among us)
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