I don’t remember the last time I saw a chick in a bikini laying out with a nice tall glass of prune juice and it certainly can’t stand up against those frozen margaritas with the salted edges, a lime dangling off the side, and condensation slowly forming on the glass and sliding down the smooth hard stem. Purpley- brown in color and reputed as the drink of the elderly, prune juice isn’t winning any beauty contests, but damnit you and I both know it’s good for us.
In a culture obsessed with instant gratification and a ‘do what feels best right now’ mentality, it’s no wonder that prune juice is about as popular as cornrows on white people.
And so it is with our political system; flashy smiles and enthusiastic fist pounding have taken the place of personal responsibility and sound principals. The national debt is growing exponentially, while the value of our currency is plummeting. We spend weeks on end dwelling on the Swine...I mean H1N1 flu, and ignoring the fact that Tuberculosis and other flu strains kill thousands of people every year. We'll we've had enough. So get ready, because we old fashioned scamps have discovered the internet and with the power of prune's we'll be up bitching until at least 8PM.... except on Sundays when we'll be watching Americas funniest home videos. In conclusion, welcome to prune juice. Bitter never tasted so sweet.
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