An Adventure In Tylenol
So remember in this post when I said I can't handle Tylenol? Here's an example of this for everyone out there. One night I had a cold and was staying at my grandma's house. My grandma, like all grandmothers, wanted me to be healthy and fed me two Gravol, two Tylenol nighttime pills, and another extra strength Tylenol for good measure. In about a half hour I was loopy as all hell. I was sharing a room with my little brother at the time and he vividly remembers, as all little brothers do when their sisters do something embarrassing, everything I said and did that night. It all started when he farted. I looked insane and I heard colors. Pretty sure. Brother : *farts* Me : Is your butt a trumpet? Brother : Um? Me : You should take that butt trumpet and start a marching band Brother : No. A fartching band That was followed by my friend telling me there was a purple unicorn named Bob beside me Which was followed by me deciding that I wanted to be made of j...