Bad things happen when I check my email. Like, for example, the loss of an ability to breathe. I blame my relatives.
Cough Syrup……….
The pharmacist walks into the store to find a guy leaning heavily Against a wall.
He asks the blonde clerk: “What’s with that guy over there by the wall?”
The blonde clerk responds: “Well, he came in here this morning to get something for his cough. I couldn’t find the cough syrup, so I gave him an entire bottle of Laxative.”
The pharmacist yells: “You idiot! You can’t treat a cough with a laxative!”
The blonde clerk responds, “Of course you can! Look at him, he’s afraid to cough”.
Clearly, family members of mine have way, way too much time on their hands. And now I hurt. Thanks, guys. For serious.