The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for March 19, 2018

He doesn’t even have side effects.

He pretends – so basicly it is like an actor.

The capsule version: you have a secure future with him.

If anyone (any thing? ) comes along that does your job better, you’ll be put on the shelf.

Or maybe you’ll just get old, and stop working.

But his work depends on being useless…

and supporting you.

Placebos do work if the brain thinks they will work. Like Emma on The Andy Griffith Show who would buy a handfull of pills for 10 cents.

Looks like ibuprofen has March Madness.

He was rated “approved” when she found him on the USDA web site (U.S. Dating App)

But he’s your sugar (pill).

He’s better than marrying an enema. They’re a pain in the, well, you know.

You may need to take a “Chill Pill”.

He DOES seem pretty pleased with himself…

Admit it, he made you feel good for a while at least. And remember, you could have married that other pill. What was his name? Oh yeah, O.P. Oyd.

Funny… The women are always the one’s who are always trying to fake it.

Just admit it, you were hoping he turned out to be Viagra.

The placebo effect is a real effect, but only if the doc completely cons the patient into believing in it, which would be unethical in addition to being unreliable.

There’s no placebo like home.