Heh, Heh, you said annals.
OH trust me, there are times where all it is a try and nothing…
Morphine will really mess you up.
My god, it’s a physical metaphor for Face***k.
This is the GIF you were looking for:
I’d be more worried about what it uses for a power source,
Plutonium. " If my calculations are correct, […] you’re going to see some serious shit."
No, you take it by mouth.
They will sell none in Scotland, where oat porridge every morning, is, I believe, required by law.
I was talking to a guy who went backpacking across Indian. He got a terrible case of something that included life threatening diarrhea. This was compounded by him being on a slow train, meaning he couldn’t get medical assistance. Fortunately he was able to find someone on the train who sold him a lump of raw opium to chow down on. This cured his diarrhea, but brought issues of its own.
It is the crew I feel sorry for.
You had me at “swallow this vibrator.”
I’ll just leave this here…
Curious thing about fixating on the bowels, it seems to have a regular recurrance. Think of the time of the oh about… 1870s era sanatoriums (there was an underappreciated odd film about the Battle Creek installations) and lo-and-behold: let’s jiggle the bowels… and give massive enemas and declare that we’re “autotoxifying” ourselves. They even knew some-what about the microbial world therein; but(t) unlike our modern wisdom(?) they thought all them internal critters must certainly be bad. Anyway, we’re surely destined to have our smartphones tell us when it’s time to defecate.
The TSA is gonna love this!
Fool me once…