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The Osteopathic Curmudgeon’s Guide to Why Cauliflower Is Ruining My Hemorrhoids (And Other Exponential Tragedies)
Posted by an astute (and slightly unhinged) blogger

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Let me be constitutionally clear: I am not a happy man. In fact, I’ve been told I possess the emotional warmth of an enema left out in the sun. But recently, I’ve had an exponential revelation—one so painfully obvious that even a douche could see it coming.

It started with my osteopathic appointment. Dr. Karen, who has the bedside manner of a curmudgeon who just stepped on a Lego, looked me dead in the eye and said, “Your hemorrhoid is the least interesting thing about you. Let’s talk about your diet.”

So I told her: I eat cauliflower. Every day. Roasted, riced, mashed, even as a “pizza crust” that tastes like regret. And she nodded slowly, like an astute detective who just realized the butler did it with a whisk.

“That’s your problem,” she whispered. “Cauliflower is the Trojan horse of vegetables. It promises virtue but delivers only gas. And gas, my friend, puts exponential pressure on your hemorrhoid.”

I asked if there was a cure. She handed me a squirt bottle and said, “Give yourself an enema of self-respect and stop eating fake starch.”

So now I’m constitutionally obligated to hate cauliflower. It’s betrayed me. It’s turned my backside into a war zone. And frankly, if I see one more cauliflower steak on Instagram, I’m going to unleash the fury of a thousand douche-wielding curmudgeons upon the world.

Moral of the story? Don’t trust a vegetable that looks like a brain but acts like a brick. And if you’ll excuse me, I need to go sit on a bag of frozen peas.

— Yours in rectal rebellion,
The Blogging Hemorrhoid

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