Two bloggers I follow just recently posted on the hazards of eating burgers. I-am-beki waved goodbye to Quarter Pounders (with cheese, mind you. I don't know his stand on royale sans fromage * ), while Gibbs warned us about how burgers could shatter your life.
As an unrepentant consumer of dead animal remains, I appreciate the warnings about how beef by-products put our health at
Oh, don't have a cow, man!
Contrary to the exhortations of vegans, I offer no apologies for having no beef with eating something which had a face - not counting lovers past and present. Some of those I actually regret.
Besides, how can I resist? Just look at them:
Images from Thailand's Rachachuros Seasoning Campaign.
Now, offensive as these images of raw nudity must be to our vegan friends, I must ask them to respect my dietary preferences, in the same manner I
If we are truly what we eat, then I confess: I am an animal! An animal!! AN ANIMAL!!! MY BROTHER IS NOT A PIG!!!!
If there's a problem with that - eat me.
Buttons from The Liberal Store.
*Fromage: What a French photographer would tell his subjects to say before he presses the button.