Dear Mister Next Door Neighbor Sir:
Why are you digging massively huge holes in your backyard with a huge tractor? You back yard is tiny. You can use something smaller and not so noisy.
And why must you do this at 7am. I like to be asleep at that time.
I’m angry today. Very.
Fuck you, simple carbs. FUCK YOU.
I want to kill the asshats who decided it’s a good idea to remove all the fiber and shit from wheat, making a perfectly good slice of bread, not only nutritionally empty, but also fucking addictive. That’s a great marketing strategy, yeah. Make products high on the glycemic index. Sell product. People eat one. Blood sugar spikes. Then drops. Person goes OH FUCK I’M HUNGRY NEED MORE. They eat the whole box, and then realize, they need to buy some more. Thanks. You just made god knows how many people fat/miserable/broke/dead, just so you can take home at extra quarter at the end of the day.
So, thank you, food industry asshats. I hope you get very fat, go bankrupt and then die.