Call me lazy (I am!) but I love getting my meds delivered. I count it as a small victory amidst the overwhelming f–kery that is the health insurance industrial complex in America. But there is a wild factor, and that’s the mail/shipping/courier method getting it right. Most of the time you do indeed get the veritable apothecary of potions that keep you operating at the bare minimum of functioning adult (speaking for a friend); then sometimes you open up the package and oops, it’s full of human body parts instead. I HATE it when that happens! And that’s what transpired for a resident of Hopkinsville, Kentucky on October 29. She promptly dialed 911, telling police , “We just didn’t want to be, like, in the possession of body parts that don’t belong to us.” It’s the “that don’t belong to

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