Free-Ass. Health Beat-Down with Dr. Eugene Powers Posted: On the un-Lysol'd door handle to the bathroomYOURTOWN, U.S.A. -- A landmark study just released by the U.S. Center for Disease Blame (CDB) has concluded that "that thing going around started with you." In the spirit of full disclosure, the CDB contacted the Free-Ass. Press because every current office- and school-spread illness has been traced back to FAP readers. FAP's Chief Medical Correspondent, Dr. Eugene Powers, was gracious enough to present the following letter with recommendations and gentle reminders for you, gentle reader:
"Dear Reader:
You dirty, germ-infested, non-hand-washing bitch. How important do you think you and your job are that you feel compelled to show up for work with whatever super-strain of medication-resistant tuberculosis is currently oozing from your pores and ass? You're a middle manager in an irrelevant department to an irrelevant company.
And everyone hates you.
So, here are some tips to help you feel better:
1. Stay the f**k home! They're called sick days. Use them. Nobody wants to use the copier after you just blew hot sick all over it. We know you're still gonna show up because you have a "can-do attitude." If you can't stay the f**k home, just stay the f**k away from me. And please don't wear that purple fuzzy outfit that you think looks professional but is really just pajamas with stirrups.
2. Use a godd*mn garbage can for the Kleenex you litter wherever you go. And stop walking around the office with Kleenex plugs hanging out of your nose. It's called Sudafed. See No. 3.
3. Take drugs. Dayquil. Nyquil. Whatever Tom's of Maine holistic bullsh*t you are using made from flower petals and African tree bark doesn't work. I can see the disease filtering through my cloth-lined sectional walls. P.S. I hate the pictures you've hung up of your f**king cat. NO ONE CARES.
4. Don't talk to anyone, and don't answer the phone, and stop telling everyone you're sick! We know! No one wants to hear your gravelly, hot, breathy, snotty, sneezy voice. You look like f**king Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer minus the cute. Whatever disease is festering in your head, nobody wants to hear it. Go home. Call your mother. Post a status update on Facebook. Actually, don't do that. Just leave everyone alone. P.S. You were on the fence, but now you're definitely unfriended. I'll put that in my status update.
5. And thanks for paying my doctor visit co-pay in advance because I know I'm gonna get whatever you have along with the rest of our department.
You're the reason our healthcare system is broken.
Thanks a whole f**king lot.
Sincerely,
Dr. Eugene Powers
Chief Medical Correspondent
Free-Ass. Press