A Group of Pill Pushers

My uncle works at a pill factory and calls his coworkers 'pill pushers' every day.

The guy at the pharmacy who gives me the wrong pills says he’s a 'pill pusher' and I’m just a 'pill taker.'

My mom’s friend works at a pill pusher place and says they don’t care if you live or die, just that you come back for more pills.

My cousin works at a pill pusher place and says they don’t know what they’re selling, just that it’s ‘magic.’

The pill pusher at the store told me I needed ‘a whole bunch of pills’ to fix my mood, which is just a fancy way of saying ‘I’m high on coffee.’

My dad’s boss is a pill pusher and he says he makes more money than doctors, even though he can’t spell ‘aspirin.’

My brother’s friend is a pill pusher and he says he doesn’t care if people get better, just that they keep coming back.

The pill pusher at the store sold me a pill and then said, ‘I don’t know what it does, but it’s got a cool name.’

My neighbor works at a pill pusher place and he says he doesn’t even know what most of the pills do, but he still charges people $20 for them.