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Here's how it works. When you eat, your body breaks down the food into a stream of nutrients, including glucose (sugar), lipids (fats), and amino acids (the building blocks of protein). If your meal happens to be junk food - say, a processed bun with a cheap beef patty, French fries and a Coke - the rush of sugar causes something called "post-prandial hyperglycemia": a big spike in blood-sugar levels. Poor diet in the long-term leads to hypertension and buildup of gunk in blood vessels that increases heart-attack risk. But there are short-term effects too. "People...
...came on Monday, when the schedule said Huck and Chuck would "attend the launch of the Huckaburger." So ensued the mob outside the Barley House, the chanting Paul supporters, the frustrated journalists. Few were able to see the actual burger, which consisted of bison meat on a whole wheat bun with spinach and a fried pickle, according to a senior aide. But then that may be okay for the still soaring Huckabee campaign. The fact that more than a hundred people strained outside the restaurant window for a glimpse of a piece of meat was validation enough...
...listen to everybody say “Free Pimp C” for years, then he makes one music video, cuts one album, and dies. Where’s the justice in that? At least he could have showed some consideration for Bun B and made some real money before mysteriously dying in bed. There it is, folks. Tip your 40s for one more year gone, and for the death of both hip-hop and one of its most ridiculous characters. Pimp C is free for good this time, and if you’re still asking...
...John succumbed to the same mania, piling up butterflies and beetles, bats, gnats and bandicoots, corals and sea lilies, cuscuses and birds of paradise (William John led and paid for the colony's first scientific expedition to New Guinea), and a skull long thought to belong to a (mythical) bun-yip; it was actually a deformed foal...
...wooden bust of Hugo. On her desk is a piece of paper she says she reads every day, titled, "Messages from Jesus." Mrs. Chavez, known across town as DoÓa Elena, wears plenty of makeup, a white blouse with black polka dots and her hair in a bun. Her husband, the governor, is preparing for a trip to Cuba, she says, but she would stay home because neither she, nor her two Maltese dogs, liked to travel...