I have this beautiful TV reporter friend who comes from a very into questioning everything family. Truth be told, being just an ordinary Romanian makes you do that, but that’s another story. So, one day, the TV reporter’s brother gets aroused observing hundreds of synthetically weird products in a shop, all wearing the scarlet letter of big price – the BIO logo. Confused by the clear call to action these products were shouting, with truthful radical colors, mature content ingredients all shaped to cherish evolution and fine cuts, he asks the shop assistant: How come they’re labelled Bio? Based on what? With a preciously flavored smile she replies: Oh, Bio is the name of our boss.
A classic.
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