I was at the mall the other day when I saw the most disgusting car I had ever laid eyes on. It was a Dodge Magnum - a sport-hatchback, a sport-hearse. Not only was the shape revolting, but it was painted that awful shade of grayish-blue that is automatically associated with the Dallas Cowboys. One point four three seconds later, I found out why. There was a giant Cowboys star magnetically adhered to the back. I vomited a little in my mouth. For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, I am an ardent Eagles fan.
Two days later I went down to the little market by my house for lunch. I got a sandwich, a Coke, and a Hostess cherry pie. I returned home and proceeded to eat my meal, later learning that I don't despise sauerkraut as I had thought. I ate the sandwich, ate the pickle, and - with half a bottle of Coke - moved on to the pie. Halfway through the pastry, I started reading the packaging that the treat had come in. And I was convinced that I was going to die. That single little pastry had 480 calories, 20 grams of fat (11 of which were saturated fat, and 1.5 of which were trans fat), 20 milligrams of cholesterol, 400 milligrams of sodium, 68 grams of carbohydrates - I don't buy into the Atkins diet, but still, 33 of those grams were from sugar. It did have 2 grams of fiber as well as 10% of my daily requirement of calcium and 8% of my iron, but come on. That one pastry knocked out a quarter of my daily allotment of calories. It didn't even taste that good.
Michino Ri-to Community Member 
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