The23rdMan
My goddess, could this be true!?! That's it, I'm ditching this dangerous cleansing lark in favour of the normal, sane and sensible life.
Think I'll head down to the chip shop for a portion of acrylamide loaded, deep fried potatoes and Mercury stuffed fish deep fried in sunflower oil...lush. I'll wash it down with a litre of coke and follow it up with two or three Mars bars and a couple of double chocolate chip muffins.
If I feel a bit rough afterwards I'll just get wasted on a dozen or so beers, a bottle of Jack and a joint or four of the good stuff. I'll soon feel great, plus my bowels will be fecked in the morning with the screaming shits so at least I'll be regular...well, as long as I repeat ad infinitum.
Well, I'm off now to the GP's to get my prescription drugs to cover up all these silly symptoms and warning signs my body keeps giving me that I'm not paying attention to it's needs. I mean, who's the bloody boss around here??
Dean