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I had sniffles Thursday night so I asked for some Vitamin C. Someone gave me three horse-sized pills and went to bed. I swallowed the pills, then got suspicious. Oh look, they are one-a-day women's multivitamins!

On my way to work the next morning, I called IHOP to order some "crepes to go." The lady on the phone couldn't understand what I was trying to say (because no one orders crepes from IHOP.) She said "I'm sorry Papi, I can't hear what you mean." I tried to repeat myself several times, then gave up on the crepes and ate a hot dog for breakfast.

Anyway, do you think there's a connection between my women pills and my newfound desire for crepes? How about my new breasts?