Papa’s Basement 12-18-10-The Straggler
A straggler is that last part of a dump that just won’t come out. The little nugget that cheats you out of a clean sweep, instead leaving you with a […]
Just watch this gem.
This one’s also pretty solid.
How great is that? The Ayds diet plan. Ayds was big in the 70s and early 80s, before its popularity took a sudden, drastic drop (imagine that). Apparently, it was a mix of chocolate and benzocaine, which would numb your mouth, ostensibly causing you to eat less because you couldn’t taste your food. (Or, if you’re me, depress you by making you think you’d lost your sense of taste for good, causing you to eat even more.) Later versions of the candy replaced benzocaine with phenylpropanolamine, a stimulant linked to an increased risk of stroke and now used by vets to treat urinary incontinence in dogs. (Why wouldn’t speed make an animal piss even more?)
I realize I must be years late to the Ayds party, so don’t harsh my buzz, Internet meme hipsters. After all, it’s not like I’m writing a post about just finding Chocolate Rain. (He moves away from the mic to breathe in, you know.) Is it so wrong to what you to associate Ayds with a laugh? I thought not.
Brian on December 17, 2010
Everyone has AYDS!
Nyssa23 on December 17, 2010
I remember those damn commercials, as well as seeing that stuff on the drugstore shelves when I was a kid!
And then when the disease was named, a spokesman for the diet pill company said, “Why doesn’t the disease change its name? We were here first!” or something like that. LAME.
Dimley on December 19, 2010
I still remember when they pulled phenylpropanolamine from the shelves. I was in CVS looking at random cough syrups while I waited on a prescription to be filled. In the background I could hear some random mother arguing with the pharmacist because she wanted a decongestant for her kid and whatever drug they replaced it with didn’t work as well (it really doesn’t from personal experience). I heard the voices get quieter all of a sudden so my interest perked and I turned to look at them. Just as I did this the pharmacist whispered, “…because people can make meth with it.” while shooting me an obvious stink eye. My paranoid psychic powers detected a distinct, “This is all YOUR fault, you filthy junky!” hovering in the ether betwixt our minds.
On a lighter note; sometime around the age of 12 or 13 I sprayed my junk with a can of aerosol benzocaine to illicit the “hand fell asleep – stranger’s hand is jacking me off” sensation. Without a doubt it was not a pleasant experience.