Man Spends More on Supplements Than Rent and Still Won’t Get Bloodwork
He’s on six nootropics, four testosterone boosters, and one mushroom powder from a guy named Craig. But a $92 lab test? “Feels invasive.”
He’s on six nootropics, four testosterone boosters, and one mushroom powder from a guy named Craig. But a $92 lab test? “Feels invasive.”
She reported pain, insomnia, and emotional shifts. Her doctor responded with a shrug, a pamphlet, and a gentle suggestion to “try yoga.”
Tired of quick fixes that take too long, a local woman is furious that her lettuce hasn’t melted 30 pounds of regret in under a week.
Detox teas promise miracles, celebrity endorsements swear by them, and science says they just flush out money faster than toxins.
The loudest men against trans rights look like they’re nursing twins, expecting triplets, and auditioning to breastfeed the hypocrisy right out of themselves.
Sleep is free, say wellness gurus. For everyone else, rent costs $2,000 and uninterrupted rest feels like another luxury no one can afford.
In our pursuit of clarity, purpose, and healing, we discovered that all roads lead to invoice.
No prior experience. No in-person training. Just 37 YouTube videos, a PayPal receipt, and a vision. Critics call it fraud. He calls it “modern lineage.”
When self-care becomes another deliverable. Dr. Doctrine decodes the emotional invoice, and Ricky Machismo responds with grit, dumbbells, and a little accidental truth.
Yes, I saw your text. I even rehearsed a reply in three emotional dialects. Then I floated into the ceiling like an emotionally unavailable Roomba.
No emails. No calls. No decisions to make. Just me, a lawn chair, and the raw, unsupervised freedom of temporary irrelevance.
It wasn’t always fists. Sometimes it was silence, or jokes that hit just hard enough to make you close the door again.