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Well, this is nifty! Consumer Reports performs a valuable service for you, the consumer, by putting giant phalluses through the rigors of a public cardiac stress test in Washington’s own Union Station. No wait, them there is pills, demonstrating how a scientist in the future might compare the effectiveness of different drugs. Note the eye chart off to the side, which says, mysteriously, “WE HIDE FROM OURSELVES [INCOMPREHENSIBLY SMALL TYPE, ETC.]“.
While you’re traveling around DC today you might also find people in lab coats handing out literature; do not be alarmed! You are not high, or paranoid! These kind souls are handing out copies of the new Consumer Reports publication “Best Drugs for Less,” a handy guide that every prudent drug-user should have.
Happening in Washington: CR gives your prescriptions a workout [Consumer Reporter]
How do you know I’m not high?
Wait… didn’t you guys listen to Nancy Reagan? Sick people should “just say no” to drugs and then die.
That does it, I’m definitely getting high today.
Good thing medical marijuana is OK now.
Once again, weed tops the list.
Good job, Consumer Reports!
Limbaugh is teething.
I saw the thing about “Best Drugs for Less” on The Wire.
…when will the “Best Whores for Less” edition be released?
Do they have an erowid booth?
Hey, just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get me.
This is also the selection of the month at the Cindy McCain Book Club.
Those are a couple of healthy capsules if you know what I mean because I sure don’t.
Since they’re in Union Station, and someone takes their lugagge, does that make them a Velet of the Dolls?
AngryBlakGuy:
I would summarize that entire book this way…
When it comes to street pussy, you get what you pay for. That’s my daddy always told me!
Botswana Meat Commission FC: …what can a handful of hobo-beans get me?!
Min: Hey, just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean I’m high. Or not high. Or something. Hey, look, it’s a giant Xanax! Please tell me you saw that too.
…I heard Amy Winehouse was a co-author.
AngryBlakGuy:
You don’t want to know.
Fry: “I can’t swallow that!”
Farnsworth: “Well then, good news! It’s a suppository.”
Botswana Meat Commission FC: …worse or better than THIS?!
I heard they had over 7500 responses when they posted the job to walk on a treadmill dressed like a fucking pill.
Is anyone else deeply saddened by the fact that we need Consumer freaking Reports to tell us which drugs work?
Who is this Less guy- and why do we care which drugs are best for him?
This post (a public service of Wonkette.com) just reminded me to take my blood pressure medication.
I had forgotten to do so for the last couple days; which is a dangerous thing to do when one is a regular reader of Wonkette.
bago: No, they only think they do.
Lascauxcaveman: Whoops! Forgot to take my psylocybin mushrooms too. Call me back in about an hour, I should be more fun to talk to at that time.
That’s nothing — if you want to see real pharmaceutical performance art you should lock Rush Limbaugh and Cindy McCain in a room for a weekend with a thousand unlabeled bottles of pills.
AngryBlakGuy: And best gigolos.
“WE HIDE FROM OURSELVES THE WAY WE HIDE FROM EACH OTHER”
By some glasses, myopic libtards.
Break open those dudes on the treadmills and thousands of tiny little time pills will come spilling out.