I failed my drug examination

today.

You can't get a fast food meal

at McDonald's anymore without taking a "banned substance" test

first. They took away my Happy Meal. All I had consumed was Sudafed, chased

with some anabolic steroid-coated amphetamines. Boy, everyone is so picky

right now.

I was just glad they didn't

give me one of those humongous cups as a specimen jar and tell me to "Supersize

it." It was all embarrassing enough, but did the guy have to say,

"Would you like fries with that?"

It has been crazy with the

Olympics. Can no one stay straight anymore? Of course, I think I might

take drugs, too, if I was an Olympian and had to face the prospect of

Katie Couric doing one of those "Special Profiles" on me, digging

up (not literally, thank goodness) every deceased relative or friend I

have ever had.

VH1 should sue NBC for stealing

their popular format. The Peacock Network might as well just call it,

"Behind the Muscles." Somebody needs to test perky Katie for

saccharin abuse.

But, back to the drugs. The

thing that is shocking to me is, how so many over-the-counter products

can supposedly enhance or alter your performance.

Sudafed is a stimulant... an

upper? I know from experience that Benadryl makes me drowsy, so it must

be a downer. Throw in some caffeine from your Coke or coffee and we are

talking major league tripping here. No wonder people seem so high nowadays.

While Tiger Woods gets 100

million for Nike tie-ins, it is nothing compared to the Darrell Strawberry

Robatussin endorsement. This could also explain my theory that NyQuil

is the reason so many people invested in technology stocks for so long.

Amazon-dot-com-ers have been drinking some serious Vicks Formula 44.

Employers for years have been

testing for drug abuse among workers, but maybe they are looking in the

wrong place. Can you imagine if the typical company tested for drug abuse

to the extreme of the Olympics? The traffic jams back home would start

30 minutes after employees arrived. Everyone I know has a drug of choice.

Whether Tylenol or Excedrin or aspirin or Allerest or Dimetapp, everybody

is taking something all the time.

My drug of choice is Advil.

When my back starts hurting me, I can take megadoses that rival the analgesic

qualities of an elephant tranquilizer. I once lost a leg in a farm-equipment

accident and sewed it back on by myself after six gel caps took affect.

Marion Jones could have her reputation tainted by just shopping at the

same grocery store as I do. There are large swarms of mosquitoes right

now in rehab because of their contact with me.

I have never abused an illegal

substance, much less inhaled (though I once did walk through a smoke cloud

at a Rolling Stones concert in the old Fulton County Stadium and proceeded

to chip a tooth trying to give the Hank Aaron statue a hickey). It is

strange that the two largest issues in the news today concern drugs. Elderly

people are skipping their drugs so they can eat because medicine is so

expensive and athletes seem to live off the pharmaceuticals. Can't we

get these two groups together?

I want to close by saying that

I am not a doctor and any advice I offer is merely anecdotal and based

on studies of no more than one man, myself, and maybe, time to time, a

few stray cats. I would never encourage anyone to misuse any mind-altering

narcotic, unless of course, you wanted to understand just what the heck

Dennis Miller is saying on Monday Night Football.

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