I've never eaten Chex Mix before and I never will again. Unless I'm accidentally locked inside the Chex Mix factory and it's a matter of survival. And even then, I'd check inside the office mini-fridge first. Of course I'm still trying to figure out why I finished the bag after announcing how utterly awful it tasted. You know what I'm talking about. You determine that some food is utterly awful and then you eat it anyway. You're too lazy to start with something else, maybe you think it'll start tasting better as you eat more or that it'll run out of flavor like gum. Or maybe it's the phenomenon of culinary masochism without which there wouldn't be any Taco Bells (yo quiero stomach pump)
What's in Chex Mix? Salt. With a few pretzels and 1 or 2 chex pieces. Now I know what people drowning in the Dead Sea feel like! You can so drown in the Dead Sea (if I hold your head down!) Speaking of down, I can't access my hotmail accounts. I've been meaning to take a break from email anyway. I'm bothered that I can't go to the hotmail site even to see if there's something wrong with hotmail, no word in tech news. Funny when you do a search and come up with 10382 other days when Hotmail went down. Apparently it experienced operating difficulties sometime in December of last year prompting one tech-board poster to write "The apocalypse is near". Same user signed their post "You have science. I have bacon." Better that no one knows the science of bacon, at least not before they eat it. See "culinary masochism"

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