The night before last I had some yucca fries with a killer garlic sauce for a starter. Then I had a garlic chicken. Hey, it was cuban food. About ten minutes after the garlic chicken, I was rendered immobile by my insides. It was the IN-DIE, folks, and the indigestion is the biggest and best sign that you are officially… AGING. That and a puzzled, furrowed brow, look every time you turn on MTV. 2 days. For 2 days, I was a mess because of some garlic. I use to drink a mess of alcohol followed by a cheeseburger chaser and now I’m flattened by garlic. What in the feck? I should change my diet, but I fear I’m more likely…
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