I love this story:

I have 2 dogs; I was buying a large bag of Winalot in Tesco and was standing in the queue at the till. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog.



On impulse, I told her that no, I was starting The Winalot Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because ended up in the hospital last time, but that I lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.



I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and the way that it works is to load your trouser pockets with Winalot nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry; that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.



I have to mention here that practically everyone in the queue was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a guy who was behind her.



Horrified, she asked if I'd ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned. I told her no, it was because I'd been sitting in the road licking my balls and a car hit me.



I thought one guy was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so

hard as he staggered out the door.



Stupid cow...........why else would I buy dog food....................

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