Reality Check by Dave Whamond for February 25, 2022

Which ones are my memory pills?

As an long-ago friend used to say back in the Reagan years: “Just say ‘yo’ to drugs. YO!”

Future me

Where’s the blue pill?

don’t ask about the blue pill

The Ami-trampoline should lift his spirits.

The yellow ones are laxatives, but it makes them stop complaining about their backs.

One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small, and the ones that mother gives you don’t do anything at all. Go ask Alice when she’s ten feet tall.

Of course, “Passed” has an entirely different meaning in the African American community….

My red pill is for my sleep aid. My white, yellow and pale orange are for blood pressure. My blue pill is for anti-depression.

Still looking for his dentures though …!

My wife has to do that for her dad once in awhile.

The “Big-Pharma” effect…

“And this Jack is my anti depressant.” “With a beer to wash the morning pills down.” Oh, happy day!

“I’ve had the blues, the reds and the pinks, but one thing’s for sure. Love stinks!”

Bah! My pills were all boring white, so I painted them psychedelic colors. NOW they are fun.

Old folks not taking their meds correctly is a HUGE problem, especially when they are on a lot of different drugs. Another big issue is that buying a preparing meals becomes too difficult and so they live on cheese and crackers or worse. If you have aging parents be on the lookout for these problems.

He’s got skills in pills, same as Lindemann.

(Look it up on YouTube)