Friday, December 26, 2008

Meat: It's What's For Dinner

Beef Parts

Okay is an article from the men's-point-of-view-blog The Man In The Moon "A lone man in a female world of flowers, chick flicks, periods, and puberty"...having had run-ins with a significant live-in other in my past, I can identify with this one...maybe you can too:

Okay, once and for all, let me make this absolutely clear:

I am a carnivore!!! I eat meat!

Thank you very much for the salad you brought me. I enjoyed it. It was very nice, but I’m not a rabbit. Now when’s dinner?

Look, I am not that hard to please. In fact, I’m downright basic. Just bring me a cooked, dead animal on my plate, and I’m happy.

Don’t threaten me with the cat, because I’ll take you up on that offer.

You don’t have to tell me again what hot dogs are made of. I’m fully aware, and it works for me.

No, put the Spam away. It’s not meat. I don’t care what the can says.

Now, why are you mad at me?? What happened? I told you I liked the salad. And the noodle stuff. I liked that too. Really. I love your cooking and…uhm…plant mixing…salad…whatever…making. I always have. You know that. Now, how about dinner and–

No, wait!! Come back! **SLAM**

Crap. How the heck do you open these stupid Spam cans, anyway? I’m probably going to cut myself again.

And it’s all your fault!! I hope you’re happy! **mumble** **mumble** **mumble**

Found on Venus Angell’s site, FAPIPO.

There’s plenty of room for all God’s creatures.
Right next to the mashed potatoes.

Lesson Learned:

Eat the stupid salad and go find something else later.

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