The Pork Redux
Hawaiian slices
Making sweet love to my eyes
I devour you whole
What is wrong with me? I told you earlier that I was no longer going to eat the pork products, due to an insanely cute pig picture sent to me in a Humane Society email (see The Pig that Broke the Camel's Back). But the minute someone set down a pizza covered in pigs I stuffed it into my mouth like some sort of ravenous Clan of the Cave Bear Neanderthal. I think in between bites I managed to grunt out, "Mmm, pig good! Me no have scruples!" And yes, I imagine that cave men spoke like Native Americans in a 1950's Western. So, let's try this again. I am no longer going to chew upon the soft pink pigs that taste so delicious. Unless you buy me a pizza.
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