Ming is self medicating again. Interventions don't help. Now he isn't even out of the store before he rips the cap off and takes his Reddi-Whip straight up. Another lost weekend waiting for approval gorging on Little Debbie Cream Cakes. Where will it end? Will Ming become an odious, execrable pauper or an odious, execrable plutocrat? All Ming ever wanted was to erect a little toll booth on the FDA's bridge of beneficence, preferably in the exact change lane.
Mar 25, 2008
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Don't forget: The Rediwhip propellant is Nitrous Oxide.
A trifecta! Rot your brain / Rot your teeth / Rot your arteries.
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