GranolaBox

Time was when blasting out the Stones meant playing “Sympathy for the Devil” at high volume in the car. Now at my advanced age it means blasting a whole bunch of little green globs of toxins into the toilet as a result of the latest liver flush.

Last night’s epsom salts and water paved the way, opening the pores. The main event was 10:00’s mixture of Olive Oil, grapefruit juice and vinegar. The blast of olive oil and sugar from the grapejuice jolts all those slimy organs into high gear.

There are people who pursue these things with such enthusiasm that they put a colander in the toilet to see just how many of the little green globs they’re sending out. If you’re not that intrepid, they suggest shining a flashlight into the toilet. Some of them even post their strained and unstrained stools proudly on their blogs. I think such people need to find hobbies.

I’m at the point now where I’m starting to feel noticeably better than I did before the flush. I asked my wife (an old hand at this stuff, but not one of those liver flush pornographers) if a colon cleanse involved anything as foul tasting as the cathartic agents in the liver flush.

“No..” she said. “Just the clay… but it’s mixed with apple juice, so it’s the best tasting clay I’ve ever had.”

Comment!

Can one expect to get into heaven faster with a clean liver and colon?

Technorati Tags: liver flush

Filed under: Food, General Observations on June 3rd, 2007