Juice Nazi

So, Thursday I was knockin on heaven's door. Friday I was still stumbling around half dead. And today, I'm hoping is the tail end of what's ailing me.

Inspired by this bout of sickness, I cracked out the electric juicer that I reluctantly dragged to the Fortress of Solitude 2.0. The one that was a fucking wedding gift in another life.

A trip to the local market to pick up a bunch of fruits and vegetables that I wouldn't normally consume on my own. But in juice-form, a person can consume almost anything!

The juicer is a fucking pain in the arse to clean, and literally sounds like a motherfuckin chainsaw everytime I turn it on... but it's a small price to pay for the illusion of healthfulness.

... now, getcha fuckin shinebox!