A friend of mine,
this one girl,
she’s trying to lose weight.

Two weeks in,
she doth begin
to look quite thin.
Always out-of-it,
while rarely ever out.

This one thing,
man,
she swears by it.
(But I can’t remember it’s name.)
What’s the name of that one thing?
(You know what I’m talking about.)
The one with the belt?
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.The Lap-Band? (A
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And the weird canned food?
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.Weight Watchers? (A
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And all those needles?
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.Acupuncture? (A
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And all those spoons?
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.Hypnosis? (A
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No, no. That’s not it.
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Heroin.