Aug 04, 2006 11:42
I was in Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina for my Big Dumb Dog and was in line to check out.
A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. *blink*
On impulse, I told her no - that I was starting The Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended
up in the hospital last time. I told her I'd already lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet - the way it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. Since the food is nutritionally complete, I was going to try it again.
I have to mention here that by this point, practically everyone in the line was enthralled with my story, particularly a tall guy behind the inquisitive woman. Horrified, Mrs. Questions asked if I'd been poisoned by this diet, and was that why I was in the hospital?
I said no . . . I'd been sitting in the street licking my balls, when a car hit me. Here's Your Sign.
I thought the tall guy was going to have to be carried out the door!