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| From 10 San Cristobal |
A buffet, just down the street. Cool. After I order, I find out its a vegetarian restaurant. (Though, I do support vegetarianism. For other people. Like carpooling and natural childbirth and separating organic recycling.)
My plate looks like I went to a party late and everyone ate the good stuff.
I want my main dish to have had eyeballs. I want to taste the suffering. Am I a bad person? Don't answer. Of course I am.
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This is the stuff I obsess over!
I love my vegetarian friends! One of my best friends was a vegan named Greg. He ate such spicy, aromatic vegan fare, that his BO was... sort of savory smelling, as repulsive as that sounds. I often told him that if we were trapped on a deserted island, I could love to eat his flesh. It would be delicious. I just know it!
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