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    5 Reasons Why Eating at McDonalds is a Big NO NO!

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    Meals from McDonalds Do Not Perish!
    It may come as a surprise, but a shocking reality is that unlike real food that decays with time, food served at McDonalds stays as appetizing... more 
    Photo by: dionisvero
    Meals from McDonalds Do Not Perish!
    It may come as a surprise, but a shocking reality is that unlike real food that decays with time, food served at McDonalds stays as appetizing as ever. Take a McDonalds burger for instance. You expect the beef to rot and bread to get mold. However, a man named Karen Hanrahan saved one from 1996 and today, even after so many years, the burger looks as good as day one. Just take a moment and decide if what you are served at McDonalds deserve to be even called 'real food'.
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    Mon, Nov 12, 2012 10:52 PM EST
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    In a society where every other individual is on the go, fast food culture is prevalent with its deceptive 'within minutes and within budget' promises. Regardless of how big a fan you are of McDonalds, what cannot be denied is that the sized up meals offered have opened doors for an assortment of menacing health conditions such as heart diseases, obesity and hypertension to name just a few.

    Read on to find out alarming statistics and reasons why you should never opt for McDonalds for one of your culinary cravings. After reading, you will be convinced to never pay for a meal that can significantly jeopardize your health and well-being.

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