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Re: a second note
by Anonymous-Coward on Jul 19, 2002 - 07:54 AM
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Oh, here we go. Here's the good shit. Bleeding heart "my little pony got ete" ranting and raving animal rights shit.
It's good that you have morals, bettie, it's great. And it means jack shit jizz on an old newspaper to me. Every fucking month you come out with another article espousing the high morality of veganism. Every other week poeple put up another religious article to get smashed over, too. "I worship god, I'm going to heaven, and you're going to hell for jerking off and thinking Buddha wasn't just a Fat Bastard", "I eat soy-based synthentic foods that don't even have a taste to begin with until you add it with an eyedropper and microwave it for a minute and a half, and you're going to die because you eat meat."
AND smoking DOES make you fucked up mentally. How fun are people to deal with when they're trying to QUIT smoking? Nicotine withdrawal is sucha nasty thing to deal with, because the people turn to shit and become nasty to deal with. Same with any drug, but it's more commonplace with cigarettes. SO what if little fat kids become crazy and uncontrollable, it's anything better than fuckers on a binge who expect me to deal with the heaping piles of shit that like to throw on when we're supposed to understand the fact that they're going through a brain fuck up that will never end. And they will always be an addict, because if you put any ex-smoker under any amount of pressure later, they will, at some point, say "I wish I had a cigarette right now."
And there we go with the genitals again. Not like it matters to half the underage smurfs that run around this site, or should matter to the rest of the smarfy thirty-somethings with an identity crisis and looming middle-age to deal with with whom we don't want to hear about their sex lives, but it just seems to matter to you. You got a lot of fat in your genitals?
You wanna know how fit I am? I can run the mile in 4 minutes, probably less. I've done it before with an ingrown toenail that hurt like hell just after I had to have foot surgery on the other foot for the same problem because my fucking shoes were doing it to me. I regularly(every other week) haul more than 400 pounds of shit up two flights of stairs. I walk two miles every morning(down from 6, just cause I don't have the time).
It's all so fucking hilarious.
A laugh fucking riot.
Because vegetables scream just as much as animals do.
And I would gorge myself on murder. I eat a hamburger every fucking day. You know what I think about while I eat that fucking burger? Somewhere, some vegan/veggie militant asswipe is screaming and pulling their hair out in big clumps with their fists and throwing it at the wall over the fact I'm eating meat. That's exactly what I think about. Nothing else. I can't even taste the meat any more, just the sweet sweet taste of tree-eater frustration.
And if the mood if altering our minds, so what? It already alters our sweat glands, doesn't suyrprise me that mental facilities are affected. I just can't wait for you second-tier food chain shits to try something. What's on the mind of someone who only reats grass? Humping, because you've gotta crank out enough offspring to keep them from getting ete by the big bad bunny-eating wolves near the top.
I can't wait for the world to allow genetic alterations for your body. I'd drop 20 grand just to get my bowels shortened to a third of their normal length and have my sweat glands altered, cause that fucking carnivore package is the only way to go.
God, thinking about this just gives me a big ole' hard on. I think I'm gunna go pound off on a side of steak and cook it.
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