...when I turn 60 and do lunch with "the girls" and I happen to pull out the latest drug that was prescribed to me by the doctor for whatever the hell is ailing me and practically give the ladies a commercial about it.
...when I pull the Beano out of my purse because my lunch mate is complaining about foods that give her gas. Don't order the damn broccoli or cabbage or whatever it is that's gonna give you gas. And stop talking about your gas in public. Please.
...if I ever eat Yogurt Cheerios and start singing as horribly as they do on the commercial. "Woke up this mornin', feeling fine". Please, just put the gun to my temple now.
That's all I have to say right now. Bye.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
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