Stress tests slurp shit. In only six pride-obliterating minutes they reduce me to a blubbering lump of hyperventilating meat. I readily admit that I’m not a young buck, but 47 isn’t that old. Like Garth Brooks sang, “I’m much too young to feel this damn old.”
(but garth brooks is not in the sad shape we’re in.)
A bit of background, I suffered a heart attack 15 years ago. Thus my need for these yearly shamings.
During the heavy rains, the Kim family’s half-basement apartment floods. This flooding causes the sewers to back up, which in turn sends human effluent spraying out of the turlet. This, quite literally, is a shitty movie detail.
Furthermore, as the eponymous title suggests, there was at least one parasite in said sewage.
If the petroleum deposits we’re digging up now are from all the plant and animal carcasses deposited millions of years ago, all the cemeteries we’re filling up now are going to be convenient petroleum deposits for when the cockroaches, or whatever, rule the world—assuming they require petroleum products, that is.