It's like making a wish: put your ailments on Facebook, and get the president to crack down on FDA slackness.
This article is a bit feel-good for my taste, and the ending prompts me to say, "Hey, you smoke, too, Mr. President!", but it is disturbing that food-borne illnesses have tripled in a decade, and the last time I heard "downer cow," I was reading The Jungle.
It was painful and rather spectral. Oddly enough, it greatly improved my complexion.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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Ok, it might just be some "regular" virus thing that people call the flu (no relation to influenza, which kills you in a whole other way), but ____!, it's totally nothing I deserve! : ) I don't know anyone personally with this (outside my household of 2 humans), and so I'm wondering, did I get it from you (St. Louis), or are you about to share my KC germs?
This virus is so nasty you can get it from a phone call.
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