You amaze me ever so
With your magic ways
- T-Pain
This is the most amazing organ I have ever known. I have no idea how it functions, and how it functions with such aplomb and gusto to recover me so quickly, only to "thank it" by giving it more alcohol and foreign substance to deal with.
In all honesty, I do love my liver deeply. Every morning that I wake up after a bender and don't feel like killing myself, I have no one or no thing to thank other than Mr. Liver. It's a male too. My liver is anyways.
I was especially aware of my liver's amazing abilities this morning, when I landed in London at 8:30 a.m. local time, which is 3:30 a.m. normal time. And I was knee deep in airplane wine only 3 hours earlier. Not only did my liver give me the strength (probably stretching it, but whatever) to find my way to my place, but I was even able to run 3 miles a mere 5 hours later. Humans aren't supposed to do that sort of thing. I don't claim any sort of superhuman ability, I put all of that square on the shoulders of el liver.
You have to know what I am talking about. This stems from a series of evenings/mornings when I got up way earlier than any normal person should have after a night of debauchery, and felt way way WAY too good for what I had done.
Speaking of shoulders, that 's the first time in my life that I have ever had the mental image of a liver with shoulders/arms. It's a weird you thought. You should try and imagine it yourself.
I definitely feel like my liver is the main reason I appear healthy to outsiders, outsiders being those who don't see how badly I treat my body when I'm not treating it well.
I have to admit I take some snake oil medicine, like milk thystle and also drink detox teas, but that doesn't take away from the fact of how awesome my liver is.
Or what bad shape my liver might be in. The doctor always tells me "your liver looks great!" which is an invitation for half a dozen Jameson shots and other fun stuffs.
Maybe I have just learned moderation in a backwards ass way and actually AM being OK to my liver? I guess not having to consciously think about it is a gift. Or something.
- T-Pain
This is the most amazing organ I have ever known. I have no idea how it functions, and how it functions with such aplomb and gusto to recover me so quickly, only to "thank it" by giving it more alcohol and foreign substance to deal with.
In all honesty, I do love my liver deeply. Every morning that I wake up after a bender and don't feel like killing myself, I have no one or no thing to thank other than Mr. Liver. It's a male too. My liver is anyways.
I was especially aware of my liver's amazing abilities this morning, when I landed in London at 8:30 a.m. local time, which is 3:30 a.m. normal time. And I was knee deep in airplane wine only 3 hours earlier. Not only did my liver give me the strength (probably stretching it, but whatever) to find my way to my place, but I was even able to run 3 miles a mere 5 hours later. Humans aren't supposed to do that sort of thing. I don't claim any sort of superhuman ability, I put all of that square on the shoulders of el liver.
You have to know what I am talking about. This stems from a series of evenings/mornings when I got up way earlier than any normal person should have after a night of debauchery, and felt way way WAY too good for what I had done.
Speaking of shoulders, that 's the first time in my life that I have ever had the mental image of a liver with shoulders/arms. It's a weird you thought. You should try and imagine it yourself.
I definitely feel like my liver is the main reason I appear healthy to outsiders, outsiders being those who don't see how badly I treat my body when I'm not treating it well.
I have to admit I take some snake oil medicine, like milk thystle and also drink detox teas, but that doesn't take away from the fact of how awesome my liver is.
Or what bad shape my liver might be in. The doctor always tells me "your liver looks great!" which is an invitation for half a dozen Jameson shots and other fun stuffs.
Maybe I have just learned moderation in a backwards ass way and actually AM being OK to my liver? I guess not having to consciously think about it is a gift. Or something.
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