After listening to the stupid Republican chick (I know, Department of Redundancy Department), on the radio this morning, I decided to switch to a different station for the short drive to the grocery store.
A female caller was on the air, asking one of the DJ’s for the name of the doctor who had prescribed his sister some new diet drug, which apparently shrinks you to a size 2 while you’re getting your nails done. Since most doctors apparently won’t prescribe this drug, the DJ thought it best not to give out the name.
He suggested she try her regular doctor. Her response? “I would, but I’m afraid she would just tell me to . . . exercise.”
I’m sorry, what? I couldn’t hear you with that éclair in your mouth.