“How can I capitalize on the fear & paranoia of consumers today?”
Apparently, should you be fortunate enough to survive a nuclear disaster these magic pills will do battle with any leftover radiation that sees fit to turn your body into a grotesque mutation with zombie-like tendancies. Of course, who’s to say the guy that stocks up on these pills actually remembers to store lots of bottled water? Better yet, what if the bomb hits and you’re away from home?
“Aw crap, my pills are in my other jacket… Well, there goes the day.”
I doubt 28 days after any global disaster would be a picnic. Hmmm… I’ll take vaporization and instantaneous death for $2 Alex.
I’m still getting adjusted to my new schedule. I should be asleep now, but one of the gatos decided it would be nice to leave Michelle & I a gift in the form of a hairball on the bed. Clean sheets we got, but the comforter needs a washing. While Michelle drifts off to dreamland, I’m waiting for the next spin cycle to finish. Heh, why is it “our cats” are cute, but “my cats” cause all the trouble?
So in about 4 hours I’ll jump in the shower and drag my butt to school. This AM schedule will kill me if math class doesn’t first. Pretty soon I’ll be downing No-Dose with some Code Red Mountain Dews… Yup, that’s paints an interesting mental picture…
Maybe not for you…