February 13th, 2007 by Atomictumor
OK, so I have this big ol’ headache, and I was reaching for a thing of Excedrin (well, off brand, whatever) instead of the usual 800 MG of Ibuprofin I enjoy, because I figured my stomach lining needed a break, and got the last two pills, along with the little plastic thing.
I popped the pills, and chucked the little plastic thing, and in the tiny microcosmic flash that my eye saw the writing on the bottom of it, I read ‘How was your day?’.
“whoa…” I said. So I fished through the garbage can to find the happy little plastic thing that was so interested in my day.
After finding it, in the quarter full garbage can, I found that it said “do not eat”.
Well, screw you too, plastic thingy.
February 13th, 2007 at 5:51 pm
Well, um, how WAS your day?
February 13th, 2007 at 5:56 pm
Poor AT. It’s bad when you’re getting dissed by little plastic thingies… have a better(and headacheless) evening!
February 13th, 2007 at 6:22 pm
So, did you take the pills before - or after the little plastic thingy started talking to you?
February 13th, 2007 at 7:59 pm
at least the little plastic thing recognized you. ;)
February 13th, 2007 at 8:05 pm
It could have been worse. It could have said “Eat Me” or “Drink Me” and then you’d be tiny. Or big. Whichever came first.
February 13th, 2007 at 8:44 pm
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all.
Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall.
February 13th, 2007 at 9:21 pm
Maybe someone wanted to know how your day was?
February 13th, 2007 at 10:59 pm
Conspiracy Theory. They get into your mind that way.
February 13th, 2007 at 11:38 pm
Jane - funny, I thought the exact same thing when I read it.
February 14th, 2007 at 8:37 am
I hear ev’ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she’s not really ill
There’s a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day