sweet relief from constipation?

Image via Wikipediaan ad on the rear of a bus caught my eye - there's a bottle, with the brand name printed across it (which i cannot recall), and then there was the tacky tagline: sweet relief from constipation.

if i wasn't half asleep, i would have laughed out loud. and then everyone around me would undoubtedly shoot me that dirty look as if i'm some nutjob. how ironic, that i believe those people around me on the bus ought to be the target audience for that ludicrous advertisement.

i'm not being biased here, but the truth is people who choose to take the bus during morning rush hours do look a little erm... congested, and it goes without saying that for those who are without a seat, it's perhaps a case of chronic constipation.

so i can't help but ask: sweet relief from what? the constipation or the agony associated with the act of passing motion? both are equally revolting in my opinion.

ah what the hell, i'm going bonkers.


+listening to: forty mile town by eric johnson