The idea that something can turn your stomach and put you off your food must be a concept that the dieting industry should seize upon.
But surprisingly you don't see diet magazines out there packed with pictures of disgusting things to achieve just that. Is that because it doesn't actually work? Or would such a magazine be so ghastly that the publisher could be responsible for mass cases of severe psychological damage?
These are true stories. For all I know, my inflamed anus is still circulating on some screensaver somewhere in the Apple TV universe. And amidst all the snazzy pictures of penguins on icebergs, running cheetahs, and enigmatic Africans, I have to say that my arsehole didn't look at all out of place.
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