If there is one thing in this world that bothers me about my own sex, other than brunch, it’s girls who overuse the “sick” excuse to get out of undesirable situations. Larry and Linda’s hybrid breeding resulted in iron-clad immune systems for all 3 daughters, and while I understand that not everyone has the luck o’ the Feinbergs, I stand by my conviction that winter colds and non-migraine headaches do not count as “sick.” They’re white-girl problems, and can be solved with one simple cure: EXCEDRIN.
I have been spreading the Excedrin gospel for years. Being someone who loves the sauce, I am prone to the occasional hangover, and this bad boy has never, ever failed me. Forget coconut water, screw Advil, Excedrin gets the job DONE. Case in point below – Fire Island 2009, one too many rocket fuels and I looked like this:
2 Excedrin and 1 power nap later an I’m right as rain:
Also, Excedrin gets extra props for discovering Peggy before she was Peggy in one of their awesomely earnest early 90’s commercials:
Yup yuppity yup, this girl know what she’s talking about.
So the next time your friend tries to bail, tell her to take 2 Excedrin and shut her piehole. We’re only young once, you can be sick when you’re 40.