Somebody gave somebody a bottle of milk thistle supplements, and that latter somebody, in turn, gave the entire bottle to me and said,
"Apparently, it's good for the liver."
"But my liver is not bad," I said.
"You can't ever have a good enough liver," he said.
"Then why don't you keep it for yourself?" I said, "It's not very nice, you know... it was a gift to you..."
"My liver's too damaged, you know, from all those years of drinking and cigarettes," he said. "This thing won't have any effect on me."
"Well, it could do some damage control," I said.
"It's too late, and I won't eat it, so it's wasted on me," he said.
"Why not? Since 'one can't ever have a good enough liver'."
"Because I think life is boring, and life has no meaning, and I have simply no will to live."
This convinced me to quickly accept his offer and to take the milk thistle supplements dutifully... for fear that my liver gets as damaged as his.
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