By no means, am I a healthy eater (all the time) but right now I plan on bashing some of the folks who eat out of vending machines. Ready? To the ladies who suck down the vending machine food…
Food wrapped in plastic probably isn’t good to eat every day. And if it’s a sandwich, and its life has consisted of being confined in a giant, metal machine waiting for
Rita Jane to come along and scarf that shit up, chances are it ain’t too good for you either. Now that canned crap they put in there, it’s vacuumed packed for “freshness” OH MY GOD. The miniature pizzas—they’re not frozen and they can’t be tasty. They’re sealed, but they’re not frozen. They’re next to Pringles and you can pretty much assume that the Pringles aren’t frozen. Put the pizza away and go eat the plastic folder in your top drawer.
I can’t imagine why people eat this crap? And then they complain when they’re sick later in life and
and unable to move and have heart attacks at the age of 40. Can’t you eat something else? Bring in some fuckin carrots for Pete’s sake. Bring in some bread. Shit, I dunno, make a salad. I just got harassed for heating up left-over Indian food in the kitchen.
How do people eat that stuff?!
She squawked. Said harasser was heating up one “frozen” pizza from the rotating, monster of a vending machine. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! These damn bitches can go straight to clogged-artery hell for all I care. I’ll hand them a candy bar for the trip.
And then she said the another lady who was eating some vending cuisine
You can’t beat the price of this stuff, I tell ya!
She’ll make up it later in doctor’s bills.