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Are You Eating Genetically Modified Food?
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Yes if you can use the leftover chicken as a nightlight for your kid's room.
When you check the label and it says that your buffalo chicken wings are
made from REAL flying bison...oops! Genetically Modified!!
If an apple a day causes leukemia it's been genetically modified.
Your family of seven, buys one turkey yet everyone gets a drumstick.
That bird is genetically modified.
Are your Ginsu knives afraid of the tomatoes? Then surely the tomatoes
have been genetically modified.
The grocery is now selling Cochin. It looks like zucchini, but tastes
like a Ding-Dong -- that's definitely a genetically modified food!!
Daddy's Gonna Eat Your Fingers
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This one is for all of you who either: have kids, had kids who have now
grown, was a kid know a kid.
As I was trying to pack for vacation, my 3-year-old daughter was having a
wonderful time playing on the bed. At one point, she said, "Dad, look at
this," and stuck out two of her fingers.
Trying to keep her entertained, I reached out and stuck her fingers in my
mouth and said, "Daddy's gonna eat your fingers!" pretending to eat them
before I rushed out of the room again. When I returned, my daughter was
standing on the bed staring at her fingers with a devastated look on her
face.
I said, "What's wrong honey?"
She replied, "What happened to my booger?"
Phonecall
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Jim was just falling off to sleep when his wife nudged him and said the
telephone was ringing. At this hour it was probably for him, she said,
closing her eyes. Jim rolled out of bed and trundled downstairs. When he
returned, his wife was asleep. He woke her. "Wasn't for me, after all," he
said. She crawled out of bed and pulled on a robe and was half way to the
door when he added, "It was a wrong number."
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