For some reason, it totally didn't sit well with me, and I actually started to go into deep thought about the prostate, about cancer, and basically about all things medical and disgusting. I tried changing the station, but my brain had already "locked on" to the content of the infomercial. Within minutes, I felt like I was going down, again the victim of some oddball genetic phobia that has been passed down for generations in my family. I stopped breathing and had a ####ing seizure on the couch. I started sweating profusely. I had to be "reminded" to breathe, otherwise I simply wouldn't have. I sat there afterwords, shellshocked, and thought to myself-- "####. Is it time for McDonalds breakfast yet?"
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