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January 22, 2007
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Carnivore Moments
- Scenes from a life in meat.
I love it. A well-written, highly-detailed, three-page defense of a meat that NEVER ONCE MENTIONS THE TASTE.
Apparently the Wild Card division is officially the Division of Strange Propositions.
Awesome.
Posted by: Jared | January 22, 2007 at 04:20 PM
Taste? Sounds to me like youd prefer the taste of gas sucking all your life out of you. Taste would be a weird sensation you knew nothing about if it wasnt for spam. Enough joking around jared. This is serious.
Posted by: Lebowski | January 22, 2007 at 10:03 PM
Spam has a taste?
Posted by: Nicholai | January 27, 2007 at 02:19 PM