It’s not like I didn’t already know about the scary, scary food-additive situation. The hormones and antibiotics, the pesticide residue on fruits and vegetables, all that mysterious gibberish printed in the ingredients of just about ANYTHING.
But crushed bugs in my candy? And we’re DYEING the chicken now, for pity’s sake?
What’s left to eat?
Besides chocolate, of course: nature’s perfect food.
Heeeeyyyyy, Youuuuuu Guyyyyyys!
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