The Chicken or the Egg?

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Poor Gina. Poor, egotistical, retarded Gina.

He Hates These Oranges!

Why such a seemingly fine, upstanding young man would make such inflammatory anti-acidic statements as this is beyond me. You want to vent against sugary, high calorie sodas or alcoholic drinks, be my guest. Those guys have it coming. But juice? What problem could anybody have with juice?

We were practically raised on the stuff. From the time we could gnaw an animal cracker into gooey submission and hold a sippy cup, there was a constant flow of apple, orange and grape staining our onesies and mom’s eggshell shag. Even when the bastardized communion of cranberry and apple crashed the party, it didn’t warrant this kind of reaction. Juice is still just juice. And it’s a wholesome thing.

It concerns me that such a mindset exists out there. This could be only the tip of the iceberg. If people are this vehement about juice, does it not stand to reason that there are other innocents out there that could be the targets of hatred? Things like blocks, hummus, wee men or mausoleums?

Terrifying.

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