a mr nice guy endorsement
you know, it's simply amazing.
what they say about prunes, it's true. they clear a body right out. i always thought it was an old wives' tale or something. you know, right up there with "holding your breath cures hiccups" and "sex makes babies." why should prunes be endowed with magical powers that, say, raisins lack? (i will say this, dried apricots do posses a magical power as well, but nothing quite as, uh, substantial as prunes).
i think my once-19-pound daughter weighs something more like 6 pounds now. yesterday was marked by some prodigious output -- if i were a huggies executive, i would team up with prune-packagers and sell the two products in tandem at a discount. think of the spike in sales! this is some serious weapons-grade dried fruit, man. fast-actin' too. the bush administration should ship crates of this stuff out to the mountains of pakistan's border region. the evildoers would be immobilized for days.
anyway, that's all i have to say. mr. nice guy endorses prunes. but nota bene: administer yours with care -- just a little dab'll do you. and try to time it so someone else is on diaper duty for the remainder of the day.