Here's the good news, and it feels like cheating--nummy, nummy:
This is the bad news. It does not feel like cheating. It feels like a combined 14 inches of sheer hell.
Why must all good news come with bad news? Why do we always feel the need to cushion the bad with the good? Is it too much to ask for a gummy vitamin that also burns fat and gives me a killer boo-tay?
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I can't get enough of the Gummi-Bärchen vitamins; I'll have to load up on gummiwaren in Germany!
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