My brother Will told me the doctor told him his cholesterol and his triglycerides were too high, and he was to lay off the red meat and the booze.
"What am I gonna do?" he asked. "If I don't drink I'm going to turn into a serial killer!"
"I tell you what you're gonna do," I said. "Your doctor sucks. Fire your doctor - he's no good. Find another doctor, and when he asks you what you eat, you tell him "Wings! I eat nothing but wings! I come home from work and eat wings everyday, and I wash them down with beer - never less than a sixpack; usually the better part of a twelve!"
So a week or two go by and my brother calls me back. "Hey, I did what you said. I fired my doctor, and went to another doctor, and when she said, "Wow, your cholesterol and your triglycerides are a little too high here, what do you eat?" I told her just like you said: "Wings! I eat nothing but wings!" And you know what she told me?"
"Let me guess . . ."
"She said, "WOW! YOU ARE IN PERFECT SHAPE! WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU'RE DOING, DON'T CHANGE A THING!
. . . except maybe it won't hurt to cut down on those wings a little, though . . ."