Birth from the minute we are born we begin to die there's a cheery thought
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Another disheartening thought – most everyone who dies of dread disease has at one time or another swilled milk. You been warned, the damned stuff is lethal!
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And for some strange reason, I am always poorly when I have a pie after about 8 pints of beer. Pies are clearly dodgy as well!
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Now you’re cooking. Like me, you’ve clearly discovered the art, simplicity, and effectiveness (to say nothing or inarguability) of the Scientific Method.
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Arguably, we begin to die before we are born.
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Made me smile anyway 😉🖤
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