What ever happened to going down to the local store and buying a carton of OJ? When did you have to start reading the label and scientifically guess which one is right for you? IT'S JUICE FOR FUCKS SAKE!
I stopped by a bagel place this morning after running an errand for the wife. I was a bit parched and thought some delicious orange juice would help to quinch my thirst. All it did was give me a headache.
They literally had a fridge full of orange juice. All of it was made by Tropicana and they all looked pretty much the same. They had a bunch of them in the little cartons. The cartons had orange juice, orange nectarine, orange strawberry, etc.
I decided to get a 12 ounce plastic bottle. Seems like a simple decision. Nope. Now I had to decided if I wanted no pulp, some pulp, lots of pulp, or choke and fucking die on shards of pulp. You feel like once you pass that hurdle you are free. WRONG! Now you gotta decided if you want to stick with your pulp selection or go for one with added calcium. Since you are picking juice over milk, should you compensate?
I think we need to really need reevaluate ourselves and our stupidity. Why can't these poor little Mexicans down there in Florida just pick our oranges and squeeze them into a container for us? Why do we need to dissect each orange into a catergory? Christ.
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