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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Reading about another youngster who croaked on fastfood (the Fark link is probably the more reliable) really ought to be discouraging my personal belief that the jury's still out on these so-called unhealthy diets and their rightful place in our accelerated, irradiated, ever-mutating new generation, and that they may actually serve to harden the lining of your stomach against just about anything, such as Twinkies at the end of the world. At least the Super Size Me guy had a vegan girlfriend to fall back on.

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