Pardon us. It appears our brain has fallen out.
This product—this chill tonic—could scarcely have received a more suitable designation. Tasteless. And how!
Lay down your four bits (that's 50¢ in old-timey talk), grab a bottle for yourself, and see!
Drink it down and watch as you become… as fat… as a pig! (?) And as you metamorphose into an actual pig with a lace collar and receding hairline. (??) And acquire the affect of an elderly gentleman caught in mid-regression to his infancy. (???)
And just what does this, you know, mean, sociologically-speaking? That fat pigs are such symbols of happiness that we yearn to emulate them? That "food" animals are associated with rosy good health?
(Thanks to Dr. Benjamin for the referral.)
Addendum: Feel free to investigate the other posts in our "award-winning" (that is, non-award winning) series of "what the hell?" digressions: Dead Busty Turkey, Samsung Safari, and Cluck-n-Stuff.