So as I was baring the upper left quadrant of my left butt cheek for the Lupron injection that would force me into mentalpause, I took a look at the clam shell packaging for the syringe and medication. And there he was: Lupron Man! Smiling, happy, not a worry in the world. I mean, what the hell is this?
No. No! I don’t want to see Lupron Man. In my humble opinion, I put forth this suggestion.
Truth in advertising.