I’m gonna start telling men I know a spot and it’s just me dropping them off at therapy.

Laxatives help you live up to your full pooptential.

Diabetes was the God of sugar.

I didn’t really mind the voices in my head until one of them started their own podcast.

Why isn’t there a mosquito that sucks fat?

When this multivitamin kicks in I’m going to do so much success.

Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.

Welcome to your 50s, your knees will now decide when you will sit down.

Googled my symptoms and it turns out it’s just the politics.

With age comes wisdom. And digestive trouble.

Blood pressure too high to chase these hoes.

Doing an hour of self-care after 23 hours of self-destruction.

Here’s to another day of outward smiles and inward screams.

Just got my test results back and my cholesterol level is a cheese bratwurst.

Self-esteem’s so bad my fantasies are hurting my feelings.

My stress stresses me out to the point where I’m too stressed to deal with my stress.

My immune system told me it’s a lover not a fighter.

I bought all this healthy food at the grocery store today and now I’m trying to decide if I want Chinese food or pizza delivered for dinner tonight.

Asked my therapist who their therapist was and went to see them. Asked them the same thing until I got to the final boss therapist and defeated them with my trainwreck of a life.

My eye doctor is alarmingly young and when he said he thought I had a chalazion or a hordoleum, I thought he might be referencing PokΓ©mon.

Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.

I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.