Omg. I took it as a joke because the reviews were funny many years ago. The bowels of hell, no pun intended, were real. I was not religious before...but became religious very soon. It was as if I was cursed and I could not leave the bathroom. My legs were numb. My soul, whatever was left of it was numb. My will to live was numb. Hours later when I thought it stopped...the cruel sliver of hope which numbed my aching legs, made me foolishly believe it was over. But it was not. I, a shadow of the man I once was...laid on the floor of my bathroom hopeless. I cursed everything: my arrogance, the pleas of those who went through this pain before me and dismissed as comedy. I thought it would never stop. I can confidently say that I was never the same after that. I believe hell is real and there is giant, plump sugar-free Haribo gummy bear ushering souls to be tortured thru the Styx River. 10000/10 would not recommend