I am not old. I'm still a good ways from 40. My knees should not crackle when I go up stairs. And I should not have to take goddamn pills make them crackle less. Glucosamine pills. Fucking giant, hoary bricks. Every time I eat one of these things, I feel like I should have broken it into 4 manageable pieces. But that would make me even more of a decrepit shell of a person, wouldn't it?
I guess I don't understand why the pills are that big. I mean surely they aren't 100% glucosamine, right? Who the fuck is in charge of testing whether these things will fit down the human esophagus, Jenna Jameson?!
And another thing, why do they smell like concentrated horse piss? I'm not kidding! Open a jar of those fuckers up and take a whiff. Bam! Horse piss! In a jar!
I'm not old enough to have to deal with this shit. I don't even h- GRAAK
FUCK! I got a paper cut, and... *sigh*... dust is coming out. Fuck you, bus. Fuck you.
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