Life's Science: Misidentification

Monday, October 3, 2011

Misidentification

Scene: Tri Club Swim Practice. On the table sits three boxes of Power Bars.

Enter TriGirl

TriGirl: Oooohh! Food!

Let me tell ya, sister, Power Bars ARE NOT FOOD!

I will never be one of those people who calls a taffy-like substance made of nutrients food, and I'm happy to say that.

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