Arrr, the ship's doc be sayin’ booze be a sneaky scallywag—warn yer mates ‘fore they drink like fish!
2025-01-03
Arrr, mateys! The grand surgeon of the U.S. be yellin’ that grog should sport warnings o’ cancer, lest ye forget it be a slippery slope to Davy Jones’ locker! But alas, only the mighty Congress can change the labels! For now, just heed the call to avoid sailin’ drunk or knockin’ up the wenches!
Ahoy there, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn from the realm of landlubber doctors! The U.S. surgeon general, a fine matey in a white coat, be sayin' that our jolly spirits – be it grog, wine, or the good ol’ rum – ought to bear warnings 'bout the treacherous path to cancer they lead us upon!Ye see, these merry potions be causin' more trouble than a cannonball in a crowded tavern, rankin' high on the list of preventable cancers, aye! But here’s the catch, lads and lasses – it be needin' an act of Congress to change the labels on our beloved bottles. Right now, they only warn ye not to steer yer ship whilst soused or sip while ye be with child! They even throw in a general shout about health problems, but it be as clear as murky waters!
So, what say ye, crew? Should we have a label that truly reflects the dangers o' our beloved grog? Or shall we continue livin' in blissful ignorance, raisin’ our tankards high while the specter of cancer lurks behind every sip? Arrr, the choice be as perilous as a three-masted ship in a storm!