Beats me as to why anyone would want to pump sh
yte into their own body in the first place though tbh.
I generally refuse most prescriptions/medication from the quack for instance.
Paracetamol is my only regular nibble, especially after reading some of the shyte in here.
Ha, ha, yes I head straight for a gobble of the heavenly hootch (John Barlycorn)
"Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy;
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho the tear were in her eye."
myself after a session here, as it's more efficacious and medicinal for terminally tortured skulls than those little ball's of treated flour (shyte) the pharmaceutical companies and their quack pushers feed to us.
"Thou clears the head o' doited lear;
Thou cheers the heart o' droopin care;
Thou strings the nerves o' labour sair
At's weary toil;
Thou even brightens dark despair
Wi' gloomy smile."
Yep, good old Robert Burns knew a good thing when he saw it!
"Fortune! if thou'll but gie me still
Hale breeks, a scone, an' whisky gill,
An rowth o' rhyme to rave at will,
Take a' the rest,
An' deal't about as thy blind skill
Directs thee best."
