I’ve been snookered into buying ladies’ yogurt. M. mocked me thoroughly for the prolonged yogurt-choosing process. Amusingly, I couldn’t really wedge myself in to get a good look until two other women about my age got the fuck out of the way.
I went for Jamie Lee Curtis yogurt.
I want to shit like the star of Halloween. Actually, better yet, the upcoming actress in The Fog, since we’re moving to the evocative mists of the Pacific Coast.
(Yes, it does look like we will be Pacific Ocean bound. The signing of a thousand pieces of paper and the oath of blood (signed in blood, natch) that is now a requirement in the post-bailout, credit crisis dark world is looking like it might happen on Friday. Like 4-5 days from now. Holy fucking sweet mortgage jesus.)
Back to the point of my posting. I have succumbed to marketing to yet another feminine product meant to fix up the perceived health problems of us women. Rather than a laboratory of hormones, microfibers, strings and good, old-fashioned cotton, I’ll be slurping on natural fruit flavors and a naturally occurring, “good” bacteria that a mega-international conglomerate corporation decided to rename and then say they are the only yogurt with that ingredient. Can they do that?
Maybe it’s my white woman, middle-class demographic. Or, maybe it’s the true, real and horrible fact, that my inside workings ain’t never felt quite like the olden days, since I journeyed hither and non in Uganda. You know, deep down my guts are those of a parochial girl who never left Braintree.
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ahh that will be the good bacteria that was from the sientists gut regrown in fucking great vats and turned old milk that no one wants into a premuim product
its all hype
go buy a yougurt maker n make your own
love n hugs
moi XXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxx
evad
I use Activia. It does the trick. My friend Maragret actually does make her own yogurt. There’s nothing like a good shit to make you feel alive . . .
Thanks for all of the healthful advice. Next time I poo, I’ll think of you both.
As an aside, whenever I think the word “poo,” I think of Chris Walsh.
was it richard prior
who sang the imortal song about the best things in life
tight pussy loose shoes
and a warm place to shit
we have a lesser known stool relaxant over here called
Arkells 3B s a warm ale that never fails
a gollon of that and a curry on a friday night means Sat morning is real interesting especialy if your a late riser
evad