chicken.

You may or may not know this about me. I have a grinch heart. My long suffering readers will know this. Some of you who are new to my blog might be surprised to find out about my heart of stone. Here is the reason for this frank preface. These are my thoughts on being carnivorous.

I would kill a chicken just to watch it die.

I would. I'm no vegetarian. I would wear leather boots and a feather boa while eating spare ribs. Then I would make a sculpture out of the bones while wearing chinchilla gloves. But far be it from me to partake in dark meat. No thanks! Why have so many scientists concocted freakish large breasted chickens if it's not to eat a double down from KFC? (or is it Popeye's?)

I could be exaggerating. Or I could not be.

You decide.