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Milk gets processed and pasteurized, causing most all the calcium and nutrients to become practically nonexistent. "Drinking milk makes your bones strong because of all the calcium it contains" is a myth. So milk doesn't really have anything good for you in it and it contains other stuff like hormones that isn't good for you and can affect your growth.
Whenever I randomly felt like subjecting my poor pets to different forms of attention torture, I always said "she/he likes it" to my parents too. They never believed me though, I can't understand why my parents don't think my cat likes jumping on the trampoline with me...
I'm not goth or girly, I come somewhere in the middle. I'm a "sorta kinda reformed suicide girl" aka a tough girl. I know a lot of girly girls that drive me up the wall cuz they act so frikin braindead... they cannot stop giggling or applying multiple layers of makeup, like that's the only thing that matters to them.
Something funny? My whole childhood experience was funny... I remember when I was 5 my dad tried to teach me how to shoot a BB gun and I shot him in the thumb and he had to get it surgically removed... I remember snowboarding in some cornfields attached by a toe line to my cousins truck, I did a few faceplants when attempting to go over jumps. I remember owning guys twice my size while playing tackle football, I actually clotheslined one of them so hard that he was sore for a couple weeks. I guess I've had a pretty violent childhood :)
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