Why would 3 year old children be in school?
Interesting chat with a āfood engineerā this morning, he basically gets paid to make foods addictiveā¦ Sugar, salt, the crunch factor, insulin spikes, dopamine release are stuff they base their success onā¦ He works for a subsidery of PepsiCo.
Fascinating
The likes of PepsiCo and NestlƩ are more dangerous than Marlboro.
Itās appalling. Fat is now normal.
Whoever engineered pringles has this down to a tee, the cunt
He reckons the pharma companies and the food companies are pretty much creaming it off obesity. There is a big money to be made off sick people.
He also reckons the likes of facebook have started shutting down a few low-carb/Paleo sites as big foods advertising is worth more to them (obviously).
Its depressing stuff.
Did you tell him that heās an enabling cunt and should be ashamed of himself?
Yoplait as well. I gave the child a petit filous a while back and she was like someone on cocaine for about 2 hours and the comedown as well.
I only checked the sugar content after. fucking hell itās bad
What chance do kids have - marketing every where ā foods being engineered to make them addictiveā¦ If heās willing to talk to a shit kicker like you, surely government departments across the EU know ā very easy place restrictions on additives
Iām very approachable and I dragged as much out of him as I could.
Heās a 21st century tobacconist - actually, thatās the wrong term - what do you call someone who produces large scale tobacco? - a drug dealer? did he seem anyway at odds with his work?
One of my in laws developed the flavours for Pringles here in Ireland and the UK. Iāll make sure and tell her some lad off the internet thinks sheās a cunt the next time I see her.
do, those sweet chili pringles are an abomination
Devilās food
We call those yoghurt pots crack cocaine for the child. Full of sugar sure.
I think Bobsleigher is the term you were looking for
I ate too much at lunchtime and feel bloated and queasy.
Iām in Spainland right now and thereās plenty of lardy spics around the place.
Booze and 'puters lads. Tis a wonder we can even sit upright anymore.
I remember bringing my lad when he was about three into a pub in Liverpool to watch the hurling, and without much thought, buying him a coke. He went within ten minutes from burying himself into my coat out of shyness, to standing on a chair arms out roaring ācome on gaalwaaaayā. Half the punters laughed and half looked like I should be reported.
It didnāt work. Galway lost as usual, and we both went home sad.
Iād 11 pints last night, a McDonaldās on the way home, another one around 11 and a sandwich there. Canāt say my stomach is at 100%