Shortly after the slug’s departure I ate a butt load of powder sugar covered brownies. I have an appointment with my GP on Friday to review the results of last week’s blood tests. If my cholesterol isn’t any lower, I’m going to tell my GP I don’t know why. I’m going to lie because what is the point of telling him on Easter Sunday, I ate prime rib, potatoes, truffle butter, and a butt load of brownies. I’m going to tell him I don’t know what’s up with my cholesterol and blame the phenobarbital. Then, he will ask me about the prescription he gave me for lowering my cholesterol and I will tell him either it hurt my legs or my stomach and he will say, “Oh so you don’t want to do anything about your high cholesterol.”
I do, but I don’t want to do it if I can’t eat brownies helter skelter like they’re the last brownies on this planet.