My black gf only had one 600 mg advil left, but I didn't know where it was so I woke her up. She told me to look for it in the medicine cabinet, but I couldn't find it.

She was MAF she had to get up to find it for me and then she hands me this tiny little Advil bottle and two black/red capsules are in it. She gives them to me.

"What are these? These don't look like Advil."

"They're Tylenol."

"I don't want Tylenol. I want Advil. Where's the Advil?"

"What's the difference?" she asked me clearly looking for a fight.

"There's a big difference, actually..." I started saying, but she didn't want to hear it.

So she finally gave me the Advil, but then it took like 30 minutes to kick in so all I could do was walk in circles around the living room while my black gf berated me from under the covers in the bedroom.

"Do you need to go to the hospital? This is probably from lifting too much, I told you to take it easy. Don't you think you should stop moving around if its a strain?"

And so on.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3800554&forum_id=2#34709142)