DAYQUIL! It's a wonderful thing. It freshens the day, rejuvenates the spirits, opens your eyes, fills your head with air--fuck you blue man, you ain't even got feet--and just plain makes you feel good.
If I'm ever to be reincarnated as a pharmaceutical, I hope I'm DayQuil. It makes you feel wonderful. Plus, I bet NiQuil is a fox in the sac...
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Man, if we were 15 we'd soooo be slamming bottles of NyQuil and DayQuil... we'd be captians of the football team too... it'd be freakin sweet.
But then one of us would inevitably break a leg in the game for state. The other would go on to college-football-fame. While the one with a broken leg would fall into a terrible NyQuil habit, fit in with the wrong crowd, and get his teacher pregnant (well, that part would be kind of cool).
Eventually, though, we'd reconcile out differences at the 10 year reunion. We'd find a middle ground in expressing our anguish and disregard for our past three gold-digging wives and alcoholism.
After that we'd become close friends again, starting a business built on getting kids off NyQuil. We'd sell motivational books and tapes until one of us died at the age of 38 of a heart attack. The other one would never be the same again...
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