PMS and The Price Is Right

Ok, I will continue my detainee story after lunch...but first I need to feed the beast.
Something I forgot to mention in my "about me" was the fact that I PMS like a motherfucker...and it lasts about 20 days, so I am good for a solid week.
Not only do I eat like a Cambodian refugee, I would eat shit that is not even legal...if I could catch it, I would BBQ a bald eagle or a rare spotted owl...right now, I am sitting here eating Franks Red Hot Pringles (amazing by the way) and it is only 10:30am...and it's also an hour before The Price Is Right is on...yes, TPIR is a guilty pleasure and if I'm home at 11am when it's on, please don't talk to me...when I am PMSing, I cry when someone less fortunate wins a car...but always cringe when someone in a wheel chair wins something like treadmill...and if I am not weeping over military people winning, I yell obscenities at the people wearing "Just Married" or "I said Yes!" T-shirts...do the world a favor and throw yourself under the wheel after you spin it...you deserve to die in an unfortunate accident.
OK, it's 10:56 and I need to get more chips and turn on Channel 4, then lunch at King Wah for a Mai Tai and as much food as I can get on a plate...I foresee a Szechuan Chicken food challenge.