Why I died....

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if you're wondering why I died

it's because

I didn't know what to eat. 

 

I thought about eating a bagel

but they say gluten will make you

poop too much and refined carbs 

make you fat. So I thought about some beef jerky, 

but they say red meat gives you Cancer 

and heart disease. Eggs? 

they say

they raise your cholesterol. 

they say

chicken and soy milk give you man-boobs.

sugar? Diabetes. Sausage leads to

colon cancer. They even wrote books about how veggies are poisoning you.

 

and who wants any of that?

all that stuff will kill you.


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