Say what? One of the latest fads, or actual refads(?), is the desire for people to stick something up their rectum and “cleanse” out their bowel. These fads resurface every few years when someone else apparently rises to the top of the pyramid scheme and decides to blitz his friends with something we tell our kids not to do since they turned 2.  

I guess I must have been created differently.  My bowel automatically cleanses itself about every 24 hours, depending largely on what went in the other end. If I fail to fight off those cravings I get every once in a while for peanut butter or cheese, that may extend to a few days. But it rarely goes longer than that. Then, it’s nothing a few prunes or a glass of prune juice doesn’t control. 

I don’t need any special formulas or snake oil being forced up my exit door. “No deposits, only deliveries,” as I heard it once said. 

I once assisted an elderly lady with a manual colon cleanse but she was 90 and “stuck” so to speak. You can read all about it in my book, chapter 9, page 19, N.E.S.T.L.E.S. Nestles Makes the Very Best, Chocolate. Otherwise, knock it off and use some commonsense for goodness sake.