Tuesday, November 20, 2012

The Gas Pill (Forty-Five Years Old, French-American, Black Chemist And Inventor, Paul Derriere) 2019

I created it way back in 2000.  I was scoffed at.  I went to all the big names: Renuzit; Glade; Lysol...they all sent me on my way.  Then I went to a Proctologist, a doctor.  And everything changed in a magnificent way.  A glorious way.  Oh, sure the person taking such a "vitamin" daily would get complications in about twenty years subsequently.  But that wasn't a problem because by that time the profits would be set in stone.  I would be rich and so would be too the investors and fuck the bullshit.

I invented all types of scents: Blueberry, Violet, Strawberry-Banana, Linen...an endless amount of scents.  Shit, just use your imagination and along with the formula: instant good smelling shit and farts.  And in 2016 it was all the rage. 

But nature is a mothah fucker.  It is what it is.  And by the time the populous at large understood three years later that it would fuck up their given G.I. tract, in a bad mothah fuckin way, everybody was getting rich, bitch!  And fuck your personal health.  Good Lord!

I didn't realize it.  I really didn't.  Please believe me!  But a human being has to understand the simple fact that, "There's always a price to pay when you think your farts and, especially, your shit don't stink!"

Comment dit-on en francais?  Merde est suppose mauvais odeur et merde!

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