Sitting here in Crimson's (rapidly emptying) apartment----they're going for the big Scram and this is it....her old man is cleaning out kitchen cupboards and I can hear her in the bathroom hacking up a lung as she scrubs down the tub with Tilex....lemme tell you-----it's damn nigh impossible to breathe in there. They woke me up out of a sound sleep to come see the apt as they cleaned it out so I'm not long for this world...just(for the moment) keeping the computer busy so it doesn't crash on her....hurry, Crimson, hurry! Resist the onslaught of the deadly cleaning products! Relieve me of the hellish vigil!!!!!!

A HUMOROUS NOTE: Crimson's hubby just walked in from outside where he threw out a bunch of food....he said there was this 12-year old kid dumpster diving and he grabbed up a bunch of the food he threw out, including a bottle of olive oil from like 1997 and a particularly toxic can of generic pork and beans...happy dysentary, kid.... Whatever happened to the good ole days, when kids had ingenuity and played in refrigerators? Crimson's ole man says he hopes the kid didn't actually NEED the food----that he was simply retarded. Nope....sorry.....too tired.....can't even muster compassion. Couldn't get it up with a truckload of Viagra.

Where's the humourous note? Bloody false advertising.

FYJKING ROOT!

It's called "Gallows-Humor". Integral part of Urban Survival Mentality....more on that later.

Is Fyjking Root anything like Ginseng Root? Jes' curious....

good question. i have no fucking idea.