Email this storybookmarked..(as I rub muh baby .. uhh belly))
I’ve seen enough skinny Alzheimer’s victims to question this.
By then I’d forget about my belly anyway
what?
I fear that the people responsible for these studies suffer dementia a very common disease among the politically correct.
Or maybe, just maybe the same brain fault causes both conditions.
Funny...my 90 pound grandmother didn’t have one. More junk science for someone’s masters thesis or 15 minutes of fame? Hmmm.
One hundred percent of Alzheimer’s patients have worn clothes. There must be a link between clothes and the disease. There must be, there must be.....
Linked”. One of the most destructive words in the english language. Simply “link” two things and the way is paved for more govt as if “linking” determines causation.
Causation or coincidence? Can anyone tell the difference any more.
DrSeruzawa’s study sez: Since 80% of hard left liberals I know smoke dope one must conclude that smoking dope is linked with liberalism. Well, actually dope makes people stupid. Liberal = stupid.
There. I solved it and didn’t need a grant.
What a load of carp. Obviously, the Libtards are trying to link anything and everything to obesity.
My grandmother is in her 90’s and is in the final stages of Alzheimer’s. Yet, she has ALWAYS been skinny.
Sure, she could be the exception to the rule, but considering that everyone I have personally known to have developed Alzheimer’s has been of medium to small build, I would say that this medical research is highly flawed and just a product of a Libtarded mind with an agenda.
Cheers
P.S. - Ronald Reagan didn’t have a beer belly, either...
That’s ridiculous! What we were talking about again?
So I was sipping on my beer and reading this and thought...should i discard my beer or keep drinking.
Then I decided that if I think to hard about this I might get confused about the whole thing without specific data, and decided that I was illogically thinking about thinking too hard, which led me to chug my beer and say what the h*ll was I thinking that for.... you know what I mean?..
When the time comes I can’t find my weiner, I don’t want to remember anyways...