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Back when old uncle Ernie was alive, his doctor set him up for one on a Friday. So, on Tuesday I brought the jug of prep home to him and told him it was for Thursday. Of course when I got home Wednesday afternoon, he had already drank it all and spent the afternoon shitting his guts out.
So I called my neighbor up the road, who was his doctor and he said feed him a decent supper then go back to the drugstore the next day and have him drink another gallon.
By the next night, he said he was as weak as a baby and his ass felt like a corncobbed cat.
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"Mr. seclark. Wrong for gravy, wrong for jelly, wrong for biscuits."
-rj
"If every Planeteer who was disliked by another Planeteer stopped being a Planeteer we wouldn't have any Planeteers."
-rj
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