I’m a carnivore to the fullest extent. I understand Vegetarians because I was one for two years of my life. But when I smelled my Aunts BBQ one summer afternoon, I turned into a carnivorous monster that had to make up for the past 2 years. Vegans…are crazy! Don’t they understand that if you don’t milk a cow its stomach will explode and my bones will become like jello? Everyone wins when we don’t let it go to waste! Let’s say we didn’t drink the milk, then the cow explodes…am I not suppose to eat a hamburger, and steak? (Hopefully not in the same meal) and should I not buy leather belts or shoes? Same goes for Ham, Have you seen or read Animal Farm?! That book scared the crap out of me and I won’t be satisfied till I see them with an apple in their mouth on my table.
Chickens! If everyone stops eating chickens, we won’t care why they crossed the road, because we will be more concerned on how long it’s going to be until I get down the road because there are too many running free and I’m late for work.
The Indians were right when they used every part of the animal they killed and you shame that animal and let them die for nothing. America is a great country and I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else, but is the only countries who can afford to be picky spoiled brats while there are dying people in third world countries. Are you seriously going to let those steaks go bad in the grocery store because you don’t want to contribute to their death…that happened anyway? You are the real monster!
And That’s How Cynarra…C’s it!!!!!
