I was having a conversation with a lady that we’ll call Karen. Karen was lamenting the fact that on her cleanse she hated the fiber drink she had.
“It tastes like shit. Literally.”
I was jealous when I heard that line, because that was a really freaking good pun.
We also got on the topic of eating during this cleanse, and how she had trouble getting breakfast in. When the subject of what I do came up, I casually mentioned that I fast.