If I took a pain reliever, would it make you go away?

Why do people have to work so hard to prove beyond any shadow of a doubt that they should be gathered up and summarily kept like veal so they don’t hurt themselves? It would be one thing if one of these drooling meat-puppets was constantly gouging themselves in the eye with a dildo. I’m sure the medical examiner would be amused to record the first case of self-inflicted skull fucking. Instead, I have to deal with the consequences of a culture horribly indoctrinated with the idea that a pill can solve any issue. If you hurt, take a pill. If you don’t like your mood, take a pill. If you don’t eat much, take a pill. If you eat too much, take a pill. The litany goes on and fucking on.

Which means that drugs or medicine is looked upon as mundane, therefore safe and harmless. Prescription drugs are apparently only held behind a pharmacy counter because they want to charge more than they can get for gummi multi-vitamins. Nope, no difference between vicodin and naproxen.

All of which congeals like rancid grease to an unending parade of folks attempting to purchase Viagra or Cialis. This is not a bloody drug store. Sure we stock pills that claim to perk up the sex lives of those who take them. That does not mean we dispense prescription pharmaceuticals.

It’s like attempting to nail a glob of oatmeal to the wall trying to explain to these twits the difference. They know what they think they know and by god no stupid porn store clerk is going to sell them anything less.

Excuse me while I froth and mourn the loss of justifiable pre-emptive slaughter.