TOO MUCH CHEESE

I hung out with my friend Max last night. I told him how constipated I was, and he said he'd set me up with some pills. "Oh you have pills for everything, Max!" So he put them out on the kitchen counter top for me to take later. As he was driving me home, he remembered how we left them. "Awwww!" I exclaimed, "Oh well, I'll make do." Get it? I'll make doo? As in doo-doo. And then we laughed so hard he almost had to pull over.