Well-being costs a lot.
So-Bey's has a well-being wall.
A whole wall.
Fish oil this and omega that.
My grandmother was well until she was 94.
She wouldn't know what the fuck an amino anything was.
Buy one of each bottle to get your life started.
Get hit by a truck driven by a fat guy in the parking lot.
Then you're taking all of your pills through tubes.
Until someone accidentally pulls your plug while searching for an outlet for their iPod charger.
Well-being is a matter of perspective.
While we're on the tirade, "organic" is a word that no longer has its original meaning.
Sort of like "airport fee."
Organic is a well-being tax.
Legitimate "organic" is growing cabbages and beets in your back yard.
Rhubarb jam, anyone?
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